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Snake Charmer

(Ominis Gaunt x F!Gorgon!Reader) Fluff? World building? Set up? Who knows tbh. It's a story.

Summary:

Ominis could hear her pulse quicken as she stilled. Everything else in the cramped space fell away, leaving just the two slytherin’s, each one with their own morose history that has been broadcasted for all the world to hear. Two peas in a pod— two sides to the same coin— two scales on the same snake. *** Why was everyone so interested in the new girl? Ominis Gaunt was about to find out.

Word count: 3.8k

AN: because I wanted to write a story about Ominis and a Gorgon falling in love

Ominis was sure he was going mad. In fact, he was positive— some point between the end of his fourth year and the beginning of his fifth, he had gone absolutely batty. That was the only logical conclusion to the fact that he was hearing voices at all hours of the day.

It started the day the new fifth year won in a duel against his best friend, Sebastian. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was moving at the same pace it always did: introduction to the new spell, practice on a small object, practice on a larger, vaguely person shaped object, and then finally a duel between each pair of students to prove their mastery. This day, though, took a different turn than what the young blond was expecting. Ever since starting at Hogwarts, Sebastian Sallow was Ominis’ dueling partner; there was never any question about it. It became such a habit that no one dared approach the pair once Professor Hecat announced the beginnings of the school sanctioned battles— you would never see one Slytherin without the other. So, when Hecat decided to pair the new fifth year with his best friend, well, it could be seen quite plainly that Ominis was not happy about the matter.

As the duelists took their positions across from each other, the blond haired boy leaned against the nearest wall, a distinct look of annoyance turning down the corners of his lips and narrowing his eyebrows into a straight line. Most people would consider the look on his face a pout— not that anyone would ever dare at mentioning this to the boy. Ominis Gaunt did not pout, and he certainly did not scoff under his breath at the sound of his friend joking around with the new girl. What a preposterous idea. He wasn’t jealous, don’t be absurd.

Though, it was nice hearing Sebastian get knocked down a peg by someone who had never held a wand in her life up until that point.

Once the class was over, all Ominis wanted to do was slump himself into the Undercroft and take a well deserved nap. His head was pounding, and the near constant whispers of his classmates about the new girl were driving him up the wall. He couldn’t help but make snarky remarks in his head, quietly laughing to himself at the ridiculous questions his classmates were mumbling.

“Why do you think she wears that head scarf? I wonder what’s under there.”

Hair, probably.

“Did you hear her accent? Where do you think she’s from? Certainly not around here!”

Ten points to Ravenclaw for stating the obvious.

“Did you see how she was looking at Sallow? She just got here and already thinks she can take the most attractive boy in our year. The nerve!”

Sebastian has the emotional range of a teaspoon, but best of luck!

“How could you even tell where she was looking? I couldn’t see a thing through those glasses of hers! Why is she wearing shaders inside?”

Bold style choice, but alright. Not that he could really judge, of course.

“Do you think she’s blind like Gaunt? Great, another person I have to make sure I don’t trip over.”

That statement got his attention. Could she be blind like him? He didn’t hear any echolocation charm on her wand, nor did he sense a seeing eye animal or a cane around her. A very small part of him warmed slightly at the idea that he wasn’t alone in his struggles anymore. He craned his head more to the side, trying to catch more of the gossip as everyone began to file out of the classroom.

“No, she can’t be blind. It looks like she can get around just fine on her own— no charm blinking on her wand or anything. Still quite weird, though.”

Ominis’ shoulders sank minutely at the news, the warmth in his chest freezing over once again. He sighed to himself before pushing away from the wall, deciding to just let his body carry him to the Undercroft on autopilot while he stewed in his thoughts. Sebastian was off talking to the new girl, so he would likely not be joining him until well after his next round of Crossed Wands later that day. Normally he would join the boy, cheering him on from the sidelines with the rest of his fawning fangirl club, and he was about to turn in the direction of the clock tower when the brunette’s voice broke through the haze.

“Suppose I could interest you in some unsanctioned fun?”

Well, if his new best friend was going to be there, then he wouldn’t miss Ominis’ presence all that much.

Just as the blond had resigned himself to an afternoon of solitude, another voice came through the crowded musings of his classmates.

“Gods, I’m starving.”

A completely mundane statement, one that had likely been uttered by half of the class as they left, but something about the voice drew him in. It was low in tone, like they were trying to hide their voice instead of projecting it to their friends, and had a slight hiss to it just under the words like the person was speaking through a mouthful of fangs. Ominis paused in his steps just outside the doorway, his ear turned towards the classroom as he tried to find the voice again. All he found was silence and the tiny ticks of professor Hecat’s dark magic detectors.

Shaking his head, he leaned away from the door and made his way down the stairs, his mind puzzling through what just happened. He must have been imagining it, he thought to himself. The voice hardly sounded human, let alone familiar. Must have just been a trick of his mind, he had slept terribly the night before so it was logical he was just tired. Rounding the corner towards his secret alcove, Ominis stepped through the clockwork door to the Undercroft and began to climb down the winding staircase, hopeful that a bit more sleep would do him good.

Fortunately, he had a lovely nap on the chaise lounge he conjured. Rather unfortunately though, the voice persisted. Morning, noon, and night he heard that incessant hissing tone in his ears, each day getting louder and more bold with what it was saying. First it was small things, things that most people would think to themselves throughout a normal day.

“Where’s the bathroom in this place?” “My head itches.” “What I would give to take a nap right about now.”

Normal things. But then, the statements started to get a bit…odd.

“There’s something under my scale!” “He was rude, I want to bite him.” “I can hear a mouse somewhere. Can I eat it? Please?”

While Ominis was tired of hearing the random, grating voice slither through his ears at a constant rate, he was happy to report that he no longer thought he was going mad. The voice belonged to a snake— that much he was sure of. But, where was the snake? Did it know he could hear it? How was it somehow always in his vicinity?

That was the question that was currently keeping him up at night.

Everything culminated one faithful day when he next had Defense Against the Dark Arts. Today was lecture, and much like the rest of his classmates, he bemoaned having to sit and listen to professor Hecat go on and on about some unknown entity or creature that he could never encounter for the rest of his days. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good teacher, far from it! But, much like any professor in the castle, she was not immune to the dreaded monotonous lecture voice.

Upon entering the classroom, the first thing Ominis heard was Hecat’s voice speaking in hushed tones to someone. He would never admit it outloud, but the boy was dreadfully nosy. Honing his ears in the direction of the whispering, he caught on to her tone first— caring, soft, gentle, words that normally wouldn’t be found within one hundred feet of the professor— then the tail end of her words.

“—if you are uncomfortable with today’s lesson, please know that you can leave at any time.”

An equally soft voice replied in turn, a hint of uncomfort lacing their words. “Thank you, professor. I appreciate the sentiment, but I will be fine. It is not the first time I have been a part of such a lecture.”

Ominis stilled in his seat, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention when he recognized the voice. It was the new girl again. Merlin, it seemed she had everyone wrapped around her little finger, even the formidable Dinah Hecat!

It wasn’t that he had a problem with the new fifth year, in fact she had been quite nice to him when they met in the common room, it was just that all the rumors surrounding her made her sound a bit big for her britches. First she beat Sebastian in a duel, something no one has done since he started going to Crossed Wands and honing his talent, then she invites him to Hogsmeade with her and suddenly a troll is hellbent on clobbering up the street? Not to mention all the other things Ominis had heard about: taking out Ashwinder camps in her spare time? Flying all over the sodding Scottish Highlands and getting into all kinds of trouble against the Ranrok Loyalists? Sneaking into the restricted section with Sebastian and earning him another bloody detention, because what, she batted her eyelashes at him and he folded like a cheap suit? Who was this girl, and why did trouble follow at her heels like a pack of hellhounds? No, Ominis didn’t have a problem with her, he was suspicious of her, and the fact that the voice started soon after she got here certainly didn’t help.

The blond sat back in his seat, arms crossed across his chest and a befuddled look clouding his expression as the professor took her spot at the front of the room, tapping her wand on the rickety old chalkboard and writing out the subject of the lecture for today.

“Today, class, we will be discussing Gorgons, another creature traditionally deemed mythological but in fact walks among us magic folk unseen. Though, they very rarely make the journey across the sea to our backyard.”

Ominis’ eyebrows narrowed more in confusion as he thought about Hecat’s words to the new girl. Why would she be uncomfortable with this lesson? What secret was she hiding that was related to Gorgons of all things? He tuned back into the lesson, hoping to answer some of his questions.

Professor Hecat paced around the room as she talked, taking strides up and down the lengths of desks and weaving through her collections of artifacts from her time as an Unspeakable.

“Gorgons, or ‘gorgos,’ meaning ‘fierce, terrible and grim’ in Greek, are inherently female creatures with snakes for hair and the ability to turn anyone who meets their gaze into stone. Many of you are likely familiar with the myth of Medusa, the only mortal Gorgon that was callously slayed by the Greecian hero, Perseus. But, there are two other Gorgons known in history: Stheno, the mighty or strong, and Euryale, the Far Springer.”

The room was bathed in silence as Hecat paused in her speech, giving the class time to take notes on the creatures. Ominis sat still, his mind awash with possibilities for why the new girl would need to be excused from this lesson. Her accent was Greek, that was for sure. Could she have a history with Gorgons? That wouldn’t make sense, though. Many students have had run-ins with the creatures discussed in DADA, but they were never offered to skip that lesson. So, why was the new girl so special?

A sharp, insistent sound shook the blond from his thought spiral, causing him to wince at the volume suddenly ricochetting in his ears. A terrible hiss filled the room, slithering throughout the encompassing space and echoing off the tall, vaulted cathedral ceiling. It was haunting, eerie, constant, like the creak of the floor in an abandoned house or a busted pipe in the middle of the night when you’re the only one home. A shiver ran up Ominis’ spine at the sound, trying desperately to block it out while also listening to those around him to see if they heard it too. He heard no whisperings, but with a quick flick of his wand, sparking the wood to life, he could see the silhouette of his classmates looking around like they were trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. Ominis relaxed slightly, relieved that he wasn’t the only one hearing the incessant hissing.

His relaxed posture only lasted for a moment as a voice suddenly cut through all the noise, low and dangerous like a rattlesnake's tail in the tall grass. It was similar to the snake he had been hearing, but different somehow— richer, more human sounding. Ominis’ heart stilled in his chest when he recognized the cadence, knowing it intimately from all the times he spoke it while living at home. Parseltongue.

“Be quiet. Everything is fine, no one is going to hurt us.”

At once, the hissing stopped, shrouding the room in a blanket of silence once again. Dread began to curl its way around Ominis’ chest at the understanding of what that meant— what that could mean for the future of Hogwarts in general.

Someone in the room was a parselmouth like him, and he would bet all of his galleons on it being the new girl.

But, what did she mean by “no one is going to hurt us?” Who was “us?”

The professor continued her lecture, drowning the never ending list of questions permeating in his mind that seemed to grow longer by the second.

“Gorgons are the children of Phorcys, a primordial sea god, and Ceto, a sea goddess, who happen to be brother and sister.”

A snicker came from the back of the classroom, followed by the voice of none other than Andrew Larson, the class’ resident moonmind. “Purebloods know all about that!”

Hecat leveled him with a glare, not an ounce of amusement present in her tone as she spoke. “Must you make that joke whenever we talk about Greek history? I dare say it wasn’t funny the first handful of times you’ve said it, Mister Larson.”

Ominis could almost see the embarrassment on Larson’s face when he stuttered his reply. “Um, n-no, professor. I j-just meant—”

“We all know what you meant.” She silenced him quickly, her smirk present in her voice. “Now, back to what I was saying. Phorcys and Ceto had a large family together, including the Graeae, the trio of elderly sisters that share an eye, Echidna, a being of half-human, half-snake, Ladon, a fearsome dragon who was tasked with guarding the golden apples of the Hesperides, and Scylla, a woman with dog-headed loins. Because of Ceto’s reputation for giving birth to terrors, each larger and more colorful than the last, she became known as the “mother of sea-monsters.” Ominis could feel Hecat’s eyes linger on him for a moment, her speech stilling slightly as she took in his deeply puzzled expression. “Of course, among those children were also the Gorgons.”

The aging professor continued, her steps ebbing and flowing around the classroom like a steady stream. “According to myth, Medusa did not begin life as a Gorgon. She was Ceto’s only mortal born child— human as any other babe. Some even say she may have been of magical nature, like all of you in this very room.”

The blond slytherin heard Hecat’s steps falter for a moment, the soft swish of her hand running along a desk off to his right. He craned his ears in the direction, his wand picking up the movement as he tried to discern the student that the former Unspeakable was paying special attention to. The silhouette of a girl filled his mindseye, her form slumping down slightly in her desk as she tugged lightly on the scarf wrapped around her head. Ominis’ frown stretched deeper across his face at the realization that the professor was checking on the new girl, again. What was so special about her? Why was everyone so enraptured by her presence? She didn’t seem all that remarkable when in the school building at least. She was just mysterious. He was mysterious at first, but the fascination with him soon dwindled as his peers realized he was the same as everyone else.

So, the slytherin pondered, why was she still the talk of the halls?

Why was Hecat teaching this lesson?

Why was it important for a group of pubescent teenagers to know about something that existed across the ocean from them?

Ominis had more questions than answers, and each one confounded him more and more by the second.

“Medusa was a devout follower of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, handicraft, and war. One night, while praying to her goddess, she captured the attention of Athena’s brother, Poseidon. He appeared to her, intent on taking what he believed should be ‘his.’” Hecat paused, her stony gaze sweeping across the classroom as if challenging anyone to so much as breathe too loud. “He took her there, in the temple, leaving her on the floor as she sobbed and prayed to her goddess for forgiveness.”

Ominis could cut the tension coating the air of the room like a thick, viscous fog with a knife. No one dared make a sound, enraptured by the words of their wise mentor.

“Some myths say that Athena took pity on the girl and transformed her into something that no man could ever gaze on again. Some say she punished her for leading a man into her sacred temple and letting him defile it. No one knows the true story except those who were there, and the old gods have long since left our realm for their own paradise on Olympus.”

The apprehension screaming in every magical mind surrounding the dearly loved, and feared, elder was palpable in the tiny class space.

“Now, some of you may be wondering why I teach this lesson.” As if reading his mind, Ominis felt Hecat level him with a stare that burned hotter than even the most blistering fire poker. “The answer, of course, is that no one knows what happened to the child of Medusa and Poseidon.”

The young Gaunt felt all the air get sucked from his lungs as if a dementor escaped from Azkaban just to find him specifically. A child of a god and a witch? It was unheard of— it was disastrous. Their magic would be unstoppable; nothing in their world would ever match the power of a child brimming with that much otherworldly energy. Whether they used their powers for good or evil, or even some mix of the two, they would be legendary all the same. At that moment, a thought came to Ominis. Would they also be part Gorgon? If Medusa was transformed while with child, who's to say that the babe would not share the same affliction.

As suddenly as a strike of lightning, or a downpour in April, Ominis Gaunt answered the question that had been on his mind since the start of term.

The new girl was a Gorgon.

How had he not realized before? The snakes that were always around when she was— how her head and eyes were always covered— how no one knew where she hailed from and had no hint other than the fact that her accent was vaguely Greecian? It was right in front of his blind eyes from the beginning; he was just too much of a jealous fool to see it.

Just then the bell chimed across the campus, signaling the impending class change. Professor Hecat’s voice broke through the bustle of his peers standing and gathering their things in preparation for their trek to their next lesson.

“We will continue our discussion on mythos and magic next week. Please remember to study for the upcoming OWLs! They are written and practical, so be sure to practice the physical spells as well as memorize the theory!”

Ominis scrambled to gather his things, determined to catch the new girl before she disappeared into the crowd. Dodging around a loitering Sebastian— the brunette’s hand raised as if gearing to make some idiotic, yet somehow still brilliant, point— he all but sprinted into the congested hallway. His wand waved in front of him as he scanned each person he passed, his ears tuned to any noise that sounded vaguely serpentine in the hopes that her reptilian tresses would sound out as they always did this close to lunch time. Alas, they were as silent as a dead rodent in a viper pit.

Just then, the young boy caught sight of the girl, her silhouette moving ferociously among the masses as if she would rather be anywhere but there. Underneath all his confusion, morbid curiosity, and pulsating anger at how she has been endangering, and possibly enchanting, his best friend, Ominis felt a pang of pity. He didn’t blame her one bit for wanting to leave as quickly as possible— not at all. He knew all too well how it felt to have all eyes burning through his skin at every turn, even if no one else seemed to figure out her secret other than him. He couldn’t let her escape, though; he needed answers, he needed closure. Halting in his tracks, he racked his mind for what he could do to get her attention. She wouldn’t hear him call her name in the ruckus around them, nor could he keep up with her brusk pace. There was really only one option to choose, and as much as he hated to do it, snakes had an incredible sense of hearing, or rather, in their case, an excellent sense for vibrations.

His voice flowed from his lips in a strong hiss, the air seeming to break just for the words to slither their way to their target like a bush adder in a pile of leaves. “I know what you are.”

Her “pets” were startlingly silent as her hung head raised from its slumped position against her chest, her sigh heaving her shoulders into proper posture— a constrictor poised to strangle.

The boy felt her words before he heard them— the air stilling around him like a world born anew.

“I suppose it’s my turn to explain things, then.”

AN:

Shes baaaaaacccckkkkkkk :)

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Stalemate, Part 1 | MYG

Stalemate (Mini-series)

Definition: (1) Chess. a position of the pieces in which a player cannot move any piece except the king and cannot move the king without putting it in check. (2) any position or situation in which no action can be taken or progress made; deadlock

Pairing: Woodworker!Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: breakup!AU; toxic relationships; angst; fluff; smut; heavy drama

Summary: "The truth is, I'm not afraid to take that gamble anymore...in the off-chance that I get lucky again and feel the way I felt when I was with you. I'd happily make that bet over and over."

Word count: 8.9K+ words

Warnings (more written in individual chapters): problematic exes; relationship insecurities; alcohol consumption; cussing; miscommunication; past infidelity (reader had an affair with a married man but not detailed); vulnerable confessions; protected sex; oral sex (F-receiving); breast/nipple play; dirty talk; jealousy; multiple orgasms; verbal confrontation; a terrible joke about wood 😑

A/N: Phew! What a way to break my month-long writing drought/limbo...jumping from one unfinished WIP to another. As I mentioned on the series masterlist, this is a nonlinear story so you'll see multiple time jumps. I tried to map out the timeline using "Now" and "Then" headings so I hope that helps!

I was also going to straight-shot this but Part 2 is still missing a couple of scenes so I hope to post that in the next day or two. Until then, here's some smangsty-angst!

Now…

Yoongi pushes the button of his key fob to lock his car then walks across the street toward an alleyway. Over a decade ago, this area, at this time of night was always questionable at best. But the neighborhood was changing and old warehouses like these were being converted into some tech start-up office, a pop-up restaurant, or sometimes, the occasional modern art gallery.

“Yoongi!”

His friend, Namjoon’s voice boomed through the loud chatter and house music. He rushes to greet him by the entrance with a hug.

“Hey, glad you could come out tonight!”

Yoongi scans the surroundings and nods in approval. He gasps, “Wow–this looks great, Joon!”

“Thanks, man. Do you like how we styled all of the light fixtures?”

Both men look up at the ceiling and marvel at the decor. “I think I might run out of adjectives tonight,” Yoongi laughs. “I love what you did with them. They look awesome!”

“Great to be friends with the supplier, huh?” Namjoon grinned, elbowing Yoongi playfully.

“Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi answers wryly. “Only for you, Namjoonah.”

“Listen, I’d love to hang out and chat but there’s a lot of people here tonight. Lots of people to rub shoulders with, you know?”

“Aish, go ahead, man–it’s your night. I’ll be fine,” Yoongi smiles.

“Alright well, there’s an open bar set up in the patio and we’ve got people walking around with finger-foods. Just help yourself and have fun, yeah?”

After Namjoon walks away, Yoongi starts to walk deeper into the building and sees doors leading to an outdoor area to where a makeshift bar is set up. While he waits for the bartender to bring him his drink, he turns around to admire his friend’s place once more.

It had been a while since Yoongi had gone out on a weekend–by choice. He mostly preferred to stay in and be a recluse or occupy his time by working.

“Sir, your drink?”

Yoongi turns back toward the bar to take his beer. “Thanks,” he nods at the bartender, then drops a dollar in the tip jar.

As he starts to turn and walk away, he pauses while his vision lands on one corner, next to one of the multiple mobile sculptures installed in the space.

He watched from a distance as you carefully gazed at the exhibit, trying to find some deeper meaning or metaphor that it was trying to convey. Once you were ready to move onto another section of the gallery, your breath catches–and your eyes lock.

Then...

“Dude, where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting for over an hour,” Yoongi grumbled while he stood in a quiet corner to make a call. He’d been at the bar waiting for his friend, Namjoon to show up. It’s been a stressful week for him at work and he wanted to unwind and have a few drinks.

“Sorry, Yoongi. I sort of…ran into someone and now we’re talking about heading to her place–”

“Her?” Yoongi repeated, “Wha–you already hooked up with some chick?”

“I mean, I don’t know how it will turn out yet, Yoongi,” he chuckled on the other line. “We’re just talking. But if you want, I can still meet you? It’s just going to take me a little while,” Namjoon sputtered.

Yoongi groaned, knowing full well that once Namjoon had been roped in, it would be like trying to pull him out of quicksand. “You know what bro–just…don’t worry about it,” he concedes.

“A-are you sure? I could still–”

“It’s cool, Namjoonie. We’ll link up next time. Have a good night.” He signs off as sincerely as possible before hanging up.

Yoongi huffed, downed the rest of his beer then trudged back over to the bar. He motions to the bartender, who moved closer so he could place another drink order.

“Can I get a scotch, three fingers, no ice?”

******

It’s nearly 10:30 at night and you and your friend, Hyejin were still feeling the club’s vibe. It was a long weekend and you were intent on making a casual hookup or two.

“Anyway…we decided that things weren’t working out,” Hyejin shrugs. “We’re good though.”

You eyed her suspiciously. “Oh sure,” you say sarcastically, “Is that why you’re still fucking him?”

She giggled, clearly not planning on denying it. “I mean, he’s a nice guy and we started out as fuck-buddies…” she trailed off.

You rolled your eyes. “You need to start setting better boundaries, girl,” you say before taking a sip of your drink.

She shrugged, “I’m just living life. You should try it sometime!”

After you snort at her comment, she nudges your arm, bobbing her head toward the bar’s direction. “He looks yummy,” she remarks. You turn your head and made a quick assessment of the lonely patron she was gesturing at.

To your surprise, he turns his head in your direction. You met his gaze for a brief moment before he hastily turned away.

“He’s hot but a little too broody-looking,” you say dismissively even though you felt a flutter in the pit of your belly.

“So? You know what they say about those quiet, broody types…” Hyejin leans into your ear and whispers, “They’re freaks in the sheets!”

Your eyebrows knitted comically at her. “Who the hell said that?”

She clicked her teeth. “Me, duh!” She threw her head back in laughter, the music drowning out her drunken cackles. “Go get him–or I will,” she threatens.

Just then, he glances in your direction once more. But he’s unnerved by you and Hyejin staring straight at him so he turns away and looks down at his phone screen instead.

“I think he looked at me,” Hyejin said.

“Shut up, he looked at me!”

“You said he was too broody–”

“That didn’t mean that I was disinterested,” you cocked a warning eyebrow at her..

She laughed. “Well, what are you waiting for?” She dared.

You started to back away from her and grinned. “Slow your roll, babe…I’m going!”

You turned away from her and walked up to your target, his shoulders hunched over while he scrolled through his phone and alternately took a sip of his drink.

You ordered yourself a cocktail even though you technically already had one that you conveniently left behind where you previously stood.

You parked yourself on the seat next to him, pretending to scroll through your own phone while you gather up the courage. You see him from your peripheral view sneaking more glances at you.

When the bartender brings you your drink, the hottie to your left speaks out.

“Put her drink on my tab.”

The bartender’s eyebrow quirked. He looked at you then back at him. He gave him a small smile, nodded in acknowledgment, and walked away. You took it as your cue to finally start a conversation.

“Thanks, that’s nice of you,” you said, swiveling your seat in his direction, crossing your leg over the other.

“You’re welcome.”

The bartender serves your drink. As you pick it up, you raised your glass toward him. “Geonbae.”

“Geonbae,” he says as he raised his glass to tap it against yours.

After you both take a sip, you ask him straight away, “Are you here with anybody?” You were not wasting any more precious time.

“Well, I was waiting for a friend but he ditched me so I’m on my own tonight.”

“Oh no,” you feigned regret. “I hope you don’t mind if I keep you company for a bit? It’s the least I can do to thank you for this drink.”

Your boldness made him smile. “I’m Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you, Yoongi. I’m YN.” He reached out for a handshake but you gave him a hug instead. It takes him by surprise but it’s a welcome one.

******

“So, you build furniture?”

“Yep. I design them and I build them,” he explains while you scroll through his company’s social media page.

“By yourself?”

He laughed. “Sometimes, if I can’t find reliable help,” he remarks, his laugh growing louder. “I mean, I do the designs by myself but I usually have a team who helps me with the production and assembly. I have my own workshop.”

“Wow,” you marveled and continued to scroll through his feed. “Your work is really good–and unique!”

“Thank you. I work with a lot of local suppliers–small businesses as well, like mine. It’s a great community,” he explains. “And by the way, your work looks great, too,” he says while he scrolls through your own social media feed.

“Oh, gosh–most of my moodboards are from random Pinterest concepts,” you respond.

“Ehh…I think you’re being too modest.” He zeroes in on a recent contract–one that you were really proud of. It was for a local restaurant chain that used to have a bland color palette and aesthetic until they hired you to liven it up for their first location expansion. Three locations later, they’ve been one of your most lucrative clients.

“You have a great eye,” he says before handing your phone back to you. You smile at his compliment while you return his phone.

“If you think my work is good, we should get together sometime.”

His eyebrow quirks at your remark, but he holds back his response thinking you might have misspoken. You smile at him and after taking a sip of your drink you say, “You know, I’m always looking into connecting with new vendors to partner with.”

He chuckled. “You think we can be partners?”

“Why not? I see a lot of potential for us. I work in design and you are a potential supplier...what’s the worst that can happen?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Our visions might not line up,” he responds with a hint of doubt.

You shrug. “Ever heard of compromising?”

He chuckled softly. “My work tends to come off too old-fashioned to some. It takes a different kind of audience.”

“So? Sometimes all it takes is a dash of old-fashioned,” you smile, raising your glass containing the same drink.

“Really?”

You lift a shoulder. “You need a little bitterness to balance the sweetness out.” You giggle at the cheesiness of that line.

“Point taken,” he says with a gummy smile, holding back his laughter.

******

The last thing you remember was Yoongi asking if you wanted to go to his place or yours–before everything went dark.

Your eyes flicker up to the ceiling.

As you adjust to the brightness of the room, you instinctively reach over by the nightstand to retrieve your phone to check for the time. It was a quarter past 8AM…and you were home…alone, as it seems when your head whips around to see the other side empty.

What happened?

You slowly pad your way into your living room. Maybe he was just trying to be polite and crashed on the couch.

Except, he wasn’t.

Did he just drop you off and leave? You clutch at your throbbing forehead. I’m getting too old for this shit, you thought to yourself. Still, you were worried about what happened to Yoongi.

You pull his number from your phone–at least, you think that you have his number.

“Aha,” you gasped when you find his name in your contacts list.

You realized it might still be too early but you thought you could just give him a call and leave him a voicemail just to make sure that he got home safely.

You open up your blinds to let get some more daylight in the room. By some twisted way, you found that it helped with your hangover.

While the other line trills, something catches your eye when you look out the window.

“Oh shit–” you say under your breath.

******

You approach his car and unsure whether to knock or let him be. He looked exhausted but you couldn’t just leave him out here.

You tapped your knuckles against the window and he immediately flinched. He looks around, seemingly surprised at his surroundings until his eyes land on you.

You gesture to open his door. When he does, you ask him, “Good morning. Would you like to come in for some coffee?”

******

He declines at first but you managed to convince him to come in. After a few sips of coffee, he insisted on cooking you breakfast.

You hadn’t gone grocery shopping yet and didn’t have much in your fridge except for some eggs and cheese. You had a couple of slices of bread in the pantry so he makes the most out of it. He is appreciative of the effort and continues to tell you that you didn’t need to go out of your way.

“So, do you always make breakfast for girls you pick up from the club?” You joke.

“Not really,” he laughs. “I also don’t fall asleep in my car after I’ve dropped them off.”

“You know you were welcome to sleep on the bed or the couch,” you say casually. “I wouldn’t have minded.”

“Nah, you were passed out and I didn’t want you to think that I was taking advantage of the situation or anything like that,” he reasons.

You smiled at how respectful and thoughtful he was. “I appreciate that. And…thank you for bringing me home.”

“You’re welcome.”

******

Days later...

“Bro, are you sure you can meet the deadline?”

Yoongi glanced at Namjoon, then scratched the back of his neck to think before he gave him an answer. He was feeling stressed with this client because they were fussy about the design. It took at least a dozen iterations of the collection before they finally approved it.

The deadline was fast approaching and Yoongi had fallen behind with the work. He’d have to pay his guys overtime and maybe even work on some of the pieces himself in the evenings to cover more ground.

“Tell them not to worry. Besides, when have I ever missed a delivery date for them?” Yoongi walks away and back into the workshop to check on how the other projects were progressing.

Namjoon nodded at Yoongi’s logic. No matter how stressful it got for him, Yoongi always managed to deliver the goods, and clients were satisfied each and every time. ”Alright, I’ll let them know.” He types a text to the client and sends Yoongi’s response.

After sending it off, he turns his attention back to Yoongi. “Hey, so–how’d you make out last weekend? Are we cool?”

The question seems to take Yoongi by surprise. “Huh? Why wouldn’t we be?”

Namjoon laughed. “Bro, this is me apologizing for abandoning you for a girl.”

“Oh.” Yoongi suddenly recalls the events leading up to how the night ended. “Uhm–nah, we’re cool. Besides, I did just fine,” he adds casually.

His friend’s mouth spread into a Cheshire cat grin. “Oof–you hooked up, didn’t you?”

Yoongi’s face scrunched in confusion. “Naaww…”

His laughter boomed from his chest. “Bro, I know you’re lying! Lemme see! Is she on social media?”

Yoongi clicked his teeth and groaned. “It wasn’t even like that.”

“So you did meet someone!”

He sighed, exasperated with his friend’s teasing. “Fine, I did. But nothing happened! We just hung out and I took her home.”

Unconvinced, Namjoon’s voice rose a few octaves. ”Whaaatt? Wait–so this the first girl you’ve hooked up with since–”

Yoongi waved his hand in mid-air to stop Namjoon from finishing his thought. “For the last time–she and I did not hook up,” he clarifies firmly. “We just had a nice conversation over a few drinks. Then I drove her back to her place…where I made her breakfast.”

Namjoon doubles over in laughter. “And you’re telling me that nothing happened?”

“Swear to god! After giving me her address, she fell asleep on the way there and I just carried her in. I slept in my car.”

“Wow…” Namjoon breathes out. “Look at you being all chivalrous!”

Yoong snorted at the comment.

“So–are you gonna see her again or what?”

Before he could answer, Namjoon’s phone buzzed with a text from their client. He reads the message to Yoongi. “She asked if you can squeeze in a prototype for barstools?”

“Aish,” Yoongi says under his breath. “I mean…that technically wasn’t even…” he stops short. Instead of arguing, he drags out a sigh and relents. “You know what, fine. Tell her I’ll include it and bill her later.”

Namjoon types up Yoongi’s response, to which the client replies almost instantaneously. “Is he absolutely sure?” He read the text out loud, a wry look on his face.

Yoongi looked up at his friend and let out a grunt of annoyance. “Just fucking tell her ‘yes’.”

Namjoon nods and sends the response again. “I don’t know why I need to be your middleman here–”

“Well, you brokered this deal. And from the jump, they preferred to communicate this way, so…” he trailed off. After ensuring some quality control on his employee’s work, Yoongi walks back into his living space and flops himself onto the sofa. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

Namjoon walks toward his friend and sits on the adjacent seat. “Is that really all there is to it?” His voice had a hint of concern and worry for his friend.

Yoongi turned his head and opened one eye to look at him.

“It’s been over a year. She’s moved on–”

“Clearly,” Yoongi deadpanned before closing his eye again.

Namjoon shifted uncomfortably and scratched the back of his neck. “Well…aren’t you back in the dating scene? Can’t we all be grownups here?”

He let out a deep sigh, then opened his eyes again to dig his phone out of his back pocket. He didn’t think Namjoon’s question required an answer so he just scrolls through his screen.

Talking about his past relationship was a sore subject…even for Yoongi, whom his other friends thought to be typically aloof about these kinds of things. But sometimes, whatever one showed on the outside actually ran much deeper on the inside.

Shrugging, Namjoon takes Yoongi’s reticence as his cue to leave.

When the door shuts, Yoongi pauses his scrolling through his social media feed as his vision lands on a particular post. Damn algorithms got him again. He clicks on the account’s page and follows it.

Next, he types up a message and then hits ‘send.’

******

After work, you head over to a pub close to your office. You offered to meet Yoongi halfway from wherever he was coming from but said that he was happy to head over closer to where you were at.

He was already at the bar when you walked in, looking more relaxed than when you first saw him over the weekend. You weren’t much for guys with long hair but something about his hair being pulled back in a half-up/half-down bun became a contributing factor that held your attention.

You greet him with a hug, which he reciprocates. He asks what you want to drink. You glance at his whisky and decide to order an old-fashioned.

“You know, when you texted me this afternoon, I was a little surprised.”

“And why’s that?” He asks you.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t sure if you thought our night ended kind of weird.” You sat on the stool next to him, your legs crossed in his direction while you turned your glass on the bar’s surface with your fingers.

He laughed. “I’ll admit, I don't remember having a night like that…ever, I think?” Your eyes drift to his fingers that dance over the rim of his glass of whisky.

“Is that because you always score?”

He caught his lower lip with his teeth and inhaled. “I’ll tell you right now, if my best friend were here, he’d already fallen off his chair laughing.”

His comment made your eyebrows lift in surprise. You both took sips of your drinks. After you swallow, you ask, “On that note, how many serious relationships have you had?”

He nearly chokes on his drink, laughing awkwardly. “Oh, we’re at that level of comfort now?”

You lifted a shoulder. “Seemed like the conversation was headed there anyway. Might as well get there sooner!”

He laughs, then pauses to consider his answer. “I’ve had one.”

“One? That’s it?” You were incredulous. You found him attractive–and not in a novel way. He spoke calmly and even sagely at times. A good conversation these days was rare and often overlooked or easily forgotten. But he was someone you enjoyed talking to...and someone you hadn’t been able to get out of your mind in the last few days.

“Yeah. Just the one,” he replies.

“Wow…”

“Yep. We were going to get married and everything. But,” he let out a sharp breath, “She changed her mind.” He sighed, picked up his glass, and swirled the liquid in it. “She broke it off the day before…told me she couldn’t go through with it.”

You watched him throw his head back and polish off the rest of his drink. Your heart hurts for him and you didn’t have a smartass joke to say to lighten the mood.

“Anyway!” He sighed deeply, desperate for a subject change. “That was a long time ago. It’s all done and over with. She’s off doing her own thing, I’m doing mine. What about you? How many serious relationships have you been in?”

“Nine.”

His eyes widened. “Nine? Those were all serious?” He asks carefully.

“Yes,” you say confidently. “Why is that hard for you to believe?”

He scoffed. “I mean…you don’t look that old and you’ve been in nine serious relationships?”

“What does my age have to do with it?” You laughed.

“Well…usually, relationships span years–”

“That’s what you think,” you countered. “You think that in order for a relationship to be considered serious is the amount of time you’ve been with that person. I mean, couldn’t it just be the depth of connection with that person?”

That stopped him in his tracks. He let that thought sink in, then nodded gently. Meanwhile, you’re watching his facial expressions–the wheels turning in his head.

“I can still feel you silently judging me,” you chuckle.

“I’m not,” he says simply. “I’m certainly in no place to judge. You’re an adult, free to make your own choices. Besides, we’ve only just met.”

You smiled. “Fair point.”

“Although…I’m curious, if you don’t mind me asking.”

You shook your head and prompted him to continue.

“Out of all of those relationships, which one was your worst heartbreak?”

“Damn!” You laughed. “And here you are questioning whether we’ve known each other long enough to discuss these things?”

You both laugh at the thought. When you calm down, he says, “Touché. I was just curious, that’s all. You don’t have to answer.”

“It’s fine, I’ll answer.” You downed the rest of your drink and turned your attention back to him. “The one that really did a number on me was my last relationship. We were together for about six months…” You paused to clear your throat, “until I found out that he was married.”

“Married? So you were someone’s mistress?”

“Unknowingly!” You contest. “Besides, I ended it as soon as I found out. I didn’t want to get tangled up in all that.” You winced at the memory. Not your finest moment but since then, you tried to be more vigilant about red flags.

“Well, like I said–it’s all in the past, right? The point is, we both got our hearts broken. End of story.”

You nodded in agreement before he switches gears. “Don’t you ever get scared?”

“Scared of what?”

“Repeating the whole process. You know, as someone who’s been in all of these relationships…don’t you ever get tired of starting from scratch every time? The whole getting to know each other, falling in love…then being faced with the possibility of things not working out.”

“I wonder about people who are afraid to put themselves out there again after getting hurt by love. I really don’t get that,” you say in jest.

He shrugs. “Who likes getting hurt? That’s not something rational people consciously wish for themselves.”

You sighed wistfully at the thought. “You know, I never understood why some people think of it that way. You know, trying to rationalize falling in love. Isn’t that counterintuitive? Love in itself is all about being spontaneous, irrational…reckless, even. The feeling of being completely wrapped up in the emotion and the moment–all because of one person. That includes all the fear, uncertainties…even the possibility of getting hurt. The experience of love isn’t complete without all that.”

He chuckled with his gummy grin. “Sounds like a huge gamble to me.”

“But if you never take that gamble, how will you ever experience the joy of winning big? How would you ever know what your heart is capable of taking if you’re always afraid of losing?”

He eyed you for a few seconds, letting your words sink in. “So you’re telling me that you’re willing to go through what could possibly be twice the amount of hurt–just to fall in love again?”

“Absolutely!” You declared with confidence.

You took another sip of your drink, then looked him straight in the eye. “I mean…you’re not thinking of hurting me, are you?” You ask him cheekily.

His eyebrow quirked in response. “Y-you’re asking me?” He chuckled nervously.

“Calm down! It’s just a rhetorical question,” you giggled.

You both laugh it off. Afterward, he pursed his lips and eyed you again. “But just so we’re clear…I don’t plan on it.”

His answer made your heart skip. You didn’t have any smart-ass quips to lob back at him.

After what seems to be an eternity of staring at each other in tense silence, he asks, “Do you wanna get out of here?”

******

He showed you around his modest place, where he had a full and, judging by the fresh sawdust on the tables, actively functional workshop. It was attached to a one-bedroom living space with a kitchen, a cozy living room, and a full bathroom. But by your assessment, it looked more like the living space was attached to the workshop.

“You sleep where you work?” You ask while looking at the work surface next to you.

He notices you looking at it so he leans over to swipe the sawdust off the table. “I didn’t see the point of going back and forth between places.”

“Yeah but it must be hard to live where you work and work where you live?”

He chuckles. “On the contrary, it’s more convenient for me. When I’m tired, I just lay on the couch. If I have trouble sleeping, I just come over here and tinker with stuff.”

You eyed him silently as he stood over the table, his hands spread wide while he supported his weight on them.

“I don’t know if I can do that. I need clear boundaries.”

“Don’t you bring work home from time to time?”

You shrugged. “Sometimes, if I’m on a tight schedule. But I try not to do it if I can help it. I prefer the idea of drawing that line where, once I walk out that door, that’s it. I’ll come back to it in the morning. Once I’m off work, I’m off work.”

He hummed. “That’s fair.”

You carefully move a small container of wood stain to the side then hop up on the table. After giving his studio another once-over, you turn your attention to him.

“What are you currently working on?”

He seems hesitant at first but decides to share a little bit. “I’m…trying to create a prototype for this light fixture,” he says vaguely.

“Really? Can I see?”

He chuckles, then paused to check if you were actually serious about looking at his designs. When your expression remained unchanged, he decides to reach past you to pull his sketchbook toward him. He flips through a few pages until he lands on a specific one.

The page has a rough sketch of a multi-tiered looking chandelier with what looked like wooden fringes, instead of what would typically be glass or crystal.

“So, I’m trying to focus on more natural materials like rattan, bamboo…I don’t know, maybe my friend, Namjoon, has been hanging around my studio too much,” he says in jest.

Your fingers brush the pencil lines on the page. His ideas were beautiful. They were modern yet had an old-world feel to them. His pieces didn’t look like something that was mass-produced. Each one had its own personality but all of them were crafted with artisanal care.

“You think you could work with these?” He asks quietly, his face an inch away from you.

“Oh, definitely,” you smiled. “My mind’s already buzzing with ideas.”

He looks down from your eyes to your mouth…then back up to your eyes again. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whisper then take in his scent. “You smell nice. What is that?”

“Uhm, I don’t know…pine?” He answers before you close the gap between you to kiss him. You taste faint traces of whisky and citrus flavors in his mouth. His lips were soft and melded into yours, making you sigh into him. His kiss was as calm and gentle as his usual demeanor.

He presses his body closer to yours, making you tilt backward on the work table, spilling the can of wood stain on you. You gasp, startled at the feel of it on the side of your leg, and hastily hop off the surface.

“Fuck…I’m so sorry,” he says.

“I-it’s okay,” you stammer, grabbing onto your dress to assess the damage.

“No, it’s not. I ruined your dress.”

“Yoongi, it’s okay,” you say nonchalantly. “I can take it to the cleaners…” You inspect the stain while he goes to grab a paper towel. Who were you kidding? This was varnish. The dress itself was cheap but it was beyond salvageable.

You looked up to see him hovering over you. “Or we could just take it off?”

With his breath fanning your face, you fist at his shirt and pull him into you again. This time, his lips didn’t feel tentative–they were more ardent…hungrier. He lifts you off the worktable and you both stagger out of the workshop and toward his living space. The closest comfortable surface was couch so he lowers you both there.

You reach back to lower the zipper of your dress while he pulls his shirt off. When he tosses it to the side, helps you undress the rest of the way through.

His fingers laced around the back of your neck urging you closer to him. He moved from your mouth down to your neck, gently sucking the skin on your collarbone.

You felt a gush of moisture soak through you…you let go of every ounce of control that you hung onto because were desperate for him now.

With one swift move, he unclasps your bra and moves his mouth to your chest while he lowered you further until your head hit the armrest.

Your breath hitches as he wraps his plush lips around an aching nipple. You swore right then that you’d orgasm from the feeling alone…but he was just getting started.

You reach between both of you and undo the button and zipper on his jeans, pushing them down.

He hooks his fingers onto your panties and you arch your back so he can slide them off. You were completely bare for him now, hypnotized by his desire for you at this moment.

You kept your eyes at him, unable to look away as pulls your legs apart and gave your inner thighs gentle kisses. He locked eyes with you and kept contact while you watched him sink his mouth onto your cleft.

You sucked in a harsh breath while he tongued you. You felt every lick and every suction of his mouth onto your moist, swollen lips.

Your walls clenched achingly at nothing while he continued to eat you out. Your breath began to stutter as you shamelessly bucked your hips against his mouth, desperate for a release.

You felt him dip two fingers into you…pulling them in and out lazily while his tongue fluttered over your clit.

Your body bowed when he alternated licking and sucking at your clit. It wasn’t long before your orgasm built up to a fever pitch. Your throat tightened, desperately trying to suck in air while your body tensed.

“Aaahh…gonna cum–fuck…”

You cried out hoarsely further as he got his last two licks in before you came down from your high. You were about to pass out from the pleasure when you saw him fish out a foil packet from his wallet.

You sat yourself up, meeting him halfway as he lined himself up between your thighs. You kissed him senselessly, your tongue fighting his for control.

Your mouth stilled as you felt him slowly enter you. You sucked in another breath while you felt that delicious stretch.

He urged you to lay back down while he pushed the rest of his length into you.

“Fuh…,” was all you managed to breathe out while your eyes rolled to the back of your head as shivers coursed through your body.

You looked back at him, a pained look on his face from how tight you were for him. You gave him a small nod of assurance to let him know that you were okay.

He started to move his hips slowly until he found a consistent rhythm.

He lowered himself further against your body and wrapped your leg around his waist. He thrusted in and out of you at a steady pace while your core tightened further around him along with another orgasm building up.

“Fuck, YN…feel so good,” he choked out in between breaths. He sealed his mouth onto yours, moaning in pleasure.

Your nails raked his back–from his shoulders and down to his hips that relentlessly railed into you.

“Fuck, don’t stop…don’t stop…” you gasped as you felt yourself edge closer to another orgasm.

Your muscles clenched around his cock while he repeatedly hit you deep into your core. You buck your hips into him, meeting him at every thrust while you both moan into each other’s mouths.

The next thing you knew, he had tipped you over the edge again.

His palms cup your ass, raising your hips to him. A few more thrusts and he was arching his back, pressing his forehead to yours as his own climax coursed through him.

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of coffee, that he brought to you, bedside.

******

After that night, you spent many more going back and forth between his place and yours.

You went about both your days but talked all the time. You always made time to see each other–he’d work around your schedule and you’d work around his. Things were going so well and stress-free.

You didn’t feel the need to change the way you were around him and neither did he. Everything just came naturally to both of you.

Some days, you were unaware of how much time you spent together. Some weekends, you would just laze around and never leave the room. It was bliss.

“Jagiii!” You yell out from his bedroom, hoping he’d hear from the loud, grinding noise of his industrial sander.

He turns the machine off, flips his visor up, and pulls his earplugs out. “Yeah?” he bellowed from his workshop.

“Could I just have five minutes for a phone call?”

He gestures to his workshop assistant, telling him that he can take a break. “Alright, we’ll take five!” he says.

“You’re the best! Love you!”

“You owe me,” he teases.

“Just put in on my tab, jagiya,” you tease back.

******

Weeks later, you finally signed a lease for your new condo. Yoongi was on hand to help you move and get settled. You’d gone back and forth your old place to pick up smaller things that you didn’t load up in the big truck. The most important things were your larger furniture anyway.

Yoongi was tinkering with the internet connection in the second bedroom while you stood quietly in the midst of the expansive space, surrounded by boxes. It was getting dark out but you hadn’t installed your blinds yet so the moonlight illuminated the room. You stared out the window and into the glittering city lights.

“Why are you standing out here in the dark?” Yoongi flicks the light switch on.

“No, no–turn it back off.” He does so tentatively. “Is everything okay?” He approaches you carefully from behind, wrapping his arms around you. You lean your head back against him and sighed. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you. Just…trying to take it all in as everything calms down again.”

“Are you tired?” He nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“Mm-hmm,” you nod.

“Yeah, I can smell the dried sweat from your forehead,” he says before you poke him in his side, making him laugh out loud.

“I’m kidding,” he smiles, grabbing onto your waist and turning you around to face him. “Are you happy?”

“I am.” You plant a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you for helping me today.”

“Of course. Even if you didn’t ask me to, I still would have done it.”

“I know but this is a huge deal for me. After all these years of hard work, I’m finally upgrading my home.”

“That’s great. I’m very proud of you for doing that. And you know,” he glances past your shoulder and jerks his chin at your windows. “I can totally make you some custom blinds, too. None of that plastic, vinyl shit. I can use bamboo so it’s cooling but also great for insulation. Very sustainable, too.”

You giggled and kissed the tip of his nose. “Mmm…keep talking eco-friendly to me, Mr. Min…”

“Well…” he brushes his lips against yours, “If you like that, wait ‘til you hear about the reclaimed wood we’re using for this new commission.”

You threw your head back and moaned. “Ooh…yes…keep going.”

Chuckling, he dipped his head and leaves a trail of kisses down your exposed throat. “Why don’t we take this back in the bedroom and I can show you what else we can do with some wood.”

You start cackling at his comment and before you know it, he picks you up off your feet and you stumble into your room and stayed there until the sun came up.

Now…

In a panic, Yoongi heads to one corner of the gallery to search for his friend. “Namjoonah!”

Namjoon’s head whips around to see Yoongi headed for him. He excuses himself from the current conversation he was having. “Hey, Yoongi–”

Immediately, Yoongi pulls Namjoon right by the bathrooms to scold him. “Bro, that’s not cool. I wish you told me that YN was going to be here.”

“If I had told you, would you have come out tonight?”

Yoongi scoffed, “Of course, I still would have,” his voice went up a higher register, making Namjoon snicker. “I just…I wish you would have given me a warning so I could have been, I don’t know, better prepared!”

“Prepared for what? You guys have been broken up for years. Besides, you’ve always known that she and Hyejin are friends. You should have at least expected her to be here so I don’t know why you’re all bothered. Unless of course you not over her yet?”

Yoongi remains adamant. “Dude, of course, I’m over her! I just got caught off-guard, that’s all.”

“Are you sure you’re not still thinking about her?”

“Fuck no! Are you kidding? You know I can’t stand her! She’s too loud, a terrible cook…not to mention that she has way too much drama in her life.”

Namjoon snorted. “And you didn’t?”

Yoongi shakes his head dismissively. “Whatever, dude–I’m just not all about that. My new motto in life is to stay drama-free, you know?”

He gives Yoongi a skeptical smile. Just then, the bathroom door opens behind them.

The color from Yoongi’s face drains as he gets the shock of his life when he sees you emerge.

You stood there smirking while Namjoon and Yoongi exchanged looks.

“Uh, sorry, guys–I think I need to use the bathroom.” Namjoon says, stifling a laugh while he cuts in between you two and shuts the door.

Yoongi remained standing in awkward silence, trying to will the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“I thought you liked it when I was loud for you?” With that, you walk past him and disappear into the crowd.

Then…

“I can’t hear you, baby…come on…let me hear how good I make you feel.”

“Ahhh…f-fuck…” You cried out loudly, body stiffening, with your fingers grasping Yoongi’s hair at the roots while his tongue teases the last pulses of your orgasm.

“There you go…good girl.”

You and Yoongi were planning to have a quiet night in but Hyejin invites you out at the last minute, saying that you haven’t had a proper girls’ night in a while. Thinking about it now, it’s been over a month since you met up with her. Most of your nights were preoccupied with Yoongi these days.

When Yoongi couldn’t convince you to stay in, he asked if you needed a ride there and you decline, saying that Hyejin offered to pick you up.

When you stepped out of the room and he sees you in your outfit, a dark cloud overcomes him. He grabs you by the waist, lifts you onto the kitchen counter, and moving your panties aside, dives right in.

He helps you off the counter and you smooth your dress. You glance downwards and see the bulge in his pants.

“Hey, let me take care of that.” You reach out to cup him but he catches your hand and lifts it up to his lips to kiss it.

You’re suddenly torn between walking out the door and wanting to stay to suck him off…deep. The latter option sounded more appealing as you felt your mouth water at the thought of him fucking your mouth.

He pulls you in close and presses his hard-on against you. You let out a small whine of protest. His tongue grazed his lower lip before sinking his teeth into it.

He tutted. “Come home to me later and I’ll give you what you want.” His voice made it sound like a warning…a warning that you were tempted to ignore just to find out what he would do to you for ignoring it. The idea excited you so much that you felt heat pooling between your legs again.

“Are you sure? I still have a few minutes before I’m supposed to meet Hyejin,” you smile sweetly, your lips brushing against his jawline.

“I’m sure. Now go before I change my mind,” he says in jest.

“Okay,” you acquiesce.

Right before you walk away, he takes your mouth and kisses you hard. You couldn’t help but lick traces of your arousal from his lips.

When he pulls away, you are breathless and weak in the knees–more so after that orgasm that he gave you minutes ago.

******

You hadn’t noticed that Hyejin stopped mid-sentence to eye you as you giggled at your phone screen while you exchanged spicy texts with Yoongi. You finally look up and meet her gaze.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’,” she says in a mocking tone. “I’ve been blabbing up a storm here and you’re all heart-eyes, drooling over your phone there.” She tilts her chin up to get a look at your text screen and you immediately pull it close to your chest.

She scoffed then laughed. “Oh my gooood…you are so whipped for him!”

You roll your eyes at her. “I am not!”

She laughed even louder at your response. “Oh come on, YN! How long have we been friends? I can tell whether you’re just feeling a buzz between your legs or if you’re really into someone. And right now, I know that you are so down bad for him,” she declares.

You feel your cheeks ignite. It wasn’t because of the alcohol but because you knew she was right.

You sighed in defeat. “Okay, fine! So we’re a little obsessed with each other, big deal.”

You started to gush over your relationship. “I just love how much he cares. He checks in, asking whether I’ve eaten yet. He cooks for me…then, he tells me when he misses me. It’s nice. It feels nice to feel needed, you know?”

Hyejin nods. “Well, that’s all because you guys are still in that honeymoon phase!”

You scoff, dipping your fingers into your glass and flicking droplets of cold water at her. “Bitch! You’re so negative!”

She throws her head back in laughter. “I’m kidding, babe! You know me. Seriously, I’m happy for you. Now…” she cleared her throat. “Does he have a single hot friend that you know of?”

******

The following weekend, you convince Yoongi to come with you on a walking tour of a museum exhibiting gothic renaissance art. You were looking for some inspiration for your next project. You saw an ad online and decided it couldn't hurt to go exploring for a bit. It was also a nice excuse to pull him away from his workshop.

“Uhh…” Yoongi croaks tentatively. “I don’t know exactly what it is we’re looking at,” he laughs while cocking his head from one side to the other, trying to decipher the exhibit in front of you.

“Neither do I, jagi,” you giggled, glancing at the museum brochure. “I don’t know, I’m just trying to get some inspiration for this restaurant revamp. They currently have this old western theme…which is strange because they serve pizza and pasta.”

Yoongi laughs. “That concept doesn’t even make sense!”

“I know! But the owner’s daughter is a bit more modern and she’s totally up for a theme change.” You’ve talked to Yoongi about this new contract for weeks now and it’s finally happening. He was excited to bounce ideas off you to the point where you pulled him in as a supplier for the rebrand.

Even though the daughter was pushing for a more modern twist, her father, the restaurant’s current owner, wants to keep some traces of that classic feel to it.

“So, no saloon doors?” Yoongi says sarcastically.

You threw your head back in laughter. “Definitely not! The daughter would fire me. I was thinking we can bring in your natural concepts with that wooden fringe chandelier sketch that you were working on.”

His hand linked with yours, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it, making you grin like a lovestruck teenage girl. “Sounds good to me.”

You walk out of the museum and stood on the sidewalk, intending to walk a block over to a theater, not to see a show but to look at the architecture. The theater had a classic art deco design that would come in handy for your moodboard. You convinced Yoongi to make it part of your chill date before heading back to your place for dinner.

As you approach the end of the block, you are nearly run over by a man pushing a stroller that rounded the corner.

“Hey, watch it,” Yoongi exclaims protectively.

“Oh, I’m sor–YN?”

You suck in a breath. “Soonyoung, h-hi.”

“Hey! Wow…it’s been a while. Uh…h-how’ve you been?” He asks.

“Uhm…g-good,” you stammer. “You?” Then your eyes flick nervously over to the stroller that had a sleeping baby in it. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” he smiled. “Uh–so–”

“Yeobo!”

You whip your head around to see a woman come out of the restaurant that you were standing in front of. She walked towards Soonyoung and the stroller.

“Hi,” she greets you and Yoongi, then turns to Soonyoung waiting for him to introduce her.

“This is my wife, Naeyeon. Yeobo, this is YN. She’s an old friend.” She smiles at you then her eyes shift to Yoongi.

Somehow, your brain lurches forward. “This is Yoongi,” you say to both of them while you stood across from them. “My boyfriend.”

“So great to meet you both!” She says with a warm smile.

“Anyway, we should go before we miss our reservation, Nae. It’s good to see you again, YN,” Soonyoung says in a hurry before he and his family walk around you and into the restaurant.

******

Since that awkward run-in with Soonyoung, Yoongi has been uncharacteristically short with you for the rest of the day.

When you get back to your place, he sets the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Afterward, he picks up the to-go bags that contained your dinner.

You watched him quietly lay out the containers on your dining table, along with the disposable utensils, setting place settings for you and him.

He sits down and pulls his chopsticks apart. “We should eat before the food gets cold,” he says without looking up at you.

You wordlessly take the seat adjacent to him. He immediately puts a dumpling on your plate before he serves himself.

He pauses as if remembering something. He rose from his chair and moved toward the kitchen.

“Do you want a beer?”

“Just water is fine,” you answer blandly while staring at the lone dumpling on your plate.

He returns to the table, setting a glass of water next to you, and immediately takes a long swig of his drink after he sits back down.

He grabs so more food and puts it on his plate, pausing to offer you some but you decline. All this time, he still hasn’t made eye contact with you.

Unable to withstand it anymore, you push your plate aside to finally ask, “Something the matter?”

He doesn’t answer and instead continues to chew his food quietly.

You let out a frustrated sigh. “You’ve been acting weird all afternoon.”

He swallowed his food only to say, “Not now, YN.” He takes another bite.

You pursed your lips and gently press him again. “Look, if we have a problem here, we need to talk about it. We’re both adults here–”

“YN, I said, not now,” he says more sternly. Catching himself, he leans against the back of the chair, throwing his head back and rubbing his eyes. He regrets snapping at you. With a heavy sigh, he finally meets your gaze. “I’m sorry I…” he hesitates but finally gives into that nagging feeling in him. “Was that him?”

You give a small nod. “Yeah.”

“Fuck,” he says under his breath. “You should have introduced me as your boyfriend sooner!”

You scrunch your face in surprise. “Why does the timing even matter? The point was that I introduced you, right?”

His voice grew louder. “If you introduced me sooner, he'd take it as a sign not to make stupid small-talk or-or...even think about trying to start shit with you again!”

“Geez, Yoongi. Why would you even think like that? Clearly, the man was right there with his wife and kid. It was a short, very random run-in that will probably never happen again.” You maintained a calm tone.

“That’s what you think.”

“Excuse me?” You started to grow irate at how unreasonable he was starting to sound. “Yoongi–I’m with you, not him. I love you, not him. I don’t understand why we’re making a huge deal out of this!”

He stood there silently, his hands on his waist, nostrils flaring with every breath he took. The seconds tick by and before you try to reason with him, he huffs and walks into the bedroom, the door slamming.

*****

After you store the takeout containers in the fridge, you enter the bedroom to find him lying on the bed with his back toward you. He doesn’t turn to face you or say anything so instead, you shower and get changed. When you get under the covers, you turn on your side so you faced the opposite direction.

A few minutes of silence and staring at your nightstand, you hear him let out a deep sigh before speaking. “I’m sorry for acting the way I did earlier.”

His apology pinches your chest but you keep your back toward him. “You know, just because I hooked up with a married man before doesn’t mean that I’m itching to do it again. So I froze when I saw Soonyoung, but that’s only because I hadn’t seen him since I broke it off and to add to that, his wife was right there. What did you expect me to do?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I got jealous and–I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking.”

It was then that you rolled over to face him.

“Look…I made a stupid mistake a while ago but as soon as I was aware of it, I walked away and I grew from that. I thought that my being completely honest with you from the very beginning was a way to build trust between us…and that I had nothing to hide. But…” Your voice started to waver, “If you’re only going to use that against me, then I don’t think–”

“No, no–” He engulfs you in his arms immediately. As the warmth emanating from his body coursed through you, you couldn’t help but cry into his chest.

“Aw, baby…I’m sorry. I love you. I won’t question that again. And I do appreciate your honesty.”

You lifted your head and tilted your chin up to him. “I love you, too, Yoongi.”

There was nothing you could do to change the past but as he rocked you to sleep, you wondered if you were right to be open and honest with him from the beginning …or was it a careless mistake? Should you have put your best foot forward first and pretended to be perfect instead?

At your age, you learned that being up-front with your relationship expectations prevented less hurt if things went south. If either party decides that any of those expectations was a dealbreaker, you moved on, and no harm was done.

You only hoped that Yoongi felt the same.

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#bts fanfiction #yoongi #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #yoongi angst #yoongi smut #bts smut #bts angst #bts min yoongi #bts yoongi #myg angst #myg smut #stalemate x myg

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revasserium · 11 months

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hq headcanons with gyaru s/o?? PLS IM BEGGING tysm!!!!

ギャル! 超かわいいー (gyaru! chou kawaii ー !)

ft oikawa; suga; bokuto; hinata; tsukki

oikawa:

obsessed! asks u to send pics of ur new manicure designs, knows ur manicurist by first name, sends her his love every time u go

chides you not to spend too long tanning cause the uv isn't great for your skin but loves how u look; tells u that it makes your eyes stand out and your hair look nice and has mastered the art of taking selfies from that #45degreetopdown angle

has a pic of u as his phone bk bc this man is whipped and he's not afraid to admit it; will buy you trinkets and hair clips and earrings or send u pics of cute ones sees

always holds ur hand in public and brags about u to his friends u__u

sugawara:

kisses you with your flavored lipgloss bc he is an agent of chaos and he likes the way he can mess you up a little; he's secretly not so secretly super happy that u have a whole string of phone charms that are just presents from him -- tiny volleyballs, bejeweled cupcakes, random little animals, a giant fluffball just cause it's soft

helps u pick out circle lenses cause he thinks they're so so pretty and can't stop staring at your eyes whenever u wear a new pair

honestly kinda fell for u the first time he saw you cause of the way you tied up ur school uniform shirt and he caught a glimpse of your bellybutton ring and thought it was like... the hottest thing ever but;;;; we don't have to talk about that

tells u every day how beautiful you are, just bc u__u

bokuto:

honestly doesn't rly get it but boi if he aint supportive! and he cares so much; will sit and listen intently to u when ur talking about all the different clothing brands u like or ponder out loud how ur so good with ur hands cause if he had nails like urs he'd break them immediately

would let u paint his nails in glitter tho

will tell u just to go outside w/out sunscreen if u wanna tan more (like him!!!) but after u tell him about uv and sun protection now he actively slathers sunscreen on himself before going outside and preaches it to all his friends and teammates ("akaashi! did u kno it causes premature aging of the skin!??!! wait -- what do u mean everyone knows that?!")

loves your weekend outfits so much u__u honestly he's shooketh at your eye for style, thinks you should become a fashion designer, a model, actively advertises to the world that you already are one basically; swells!!! with pride when someone on the street asks to take a pic of your outfit -- "see?!?!? told u u should be a model!!! ur pics belong in magazines!!!"

hinata:

is just so so awestruck at all the sparkly/pretty things; and you're the sparkliest, prettiest of all so i mean -- that tracks!

gets just as excited as you do about new clothing lines and is super eager to spend entire weekends walking through various shops, carrying all your stuff, praising the way you look in every single outfit u try on

the blushiest!!! if u dress him up too so you guys match! holds your hand so tightly and can't stop grinning to himself so that at the end of the day his cheeks hurt but that's okay bc he got to spend the whole weekend w/ you and he wants to do it again all the time!

loves ur long nails bc it feels nice when you trail it along his arms, down his back; it makes him feel loopy and sleepy and shivery and all sorts of good, and on top of that -- they're just gorgeous to look at arent they? everything about u is gorgeous and he's so, so glad to have u

tsukki:

will never admit it outloud that he actually likes it; pretends it's just another level to all the "girly things" that normal girls like -- so u like more of it -- so what

but BOI if he doesn't feel his chest get all tight when you get all dressed up for your dates, when your lashes are perfectly mascaraed to set off those gorgeous new circle lenses u bought the other day that he totally, totally isn't into cause that color is just so pretty against your skin --

constantly tells u that ur nails are kind of a hassle and he doesn't understand how u get anything done with them but will wait for u outside ur salon with ur bags and grab u icecream and sigh and begrudgingly admit that the nail art is cute this time...

is secretly super fucking into the fact that u have a pic of the both of u has ur phone background and it makes him happy every single time ur phone goes off and the screen lights up; and yeah, the fact that you have a volleyball phone charm that you told him reminds you of him makes him rly, rly happy too u__u

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #oikawa tooru #tsukishima kei #bokuto koutarou #sugawara koushi #hinata shouyou #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #floofy floof floof #haiCUTIES #this was interesting to think about u__u i think for the most part all the hq boiz would be at least curious and supportive #oikawa is a SIMP fite me on this #also does tsukki openly acknowledge liking like... anything ever. LOL #this was cute u__u also the title is from the song called GAL by OHAYO #and the banner is kitagawa marin from my dress up darling cause bruv.... i love her and also the manga its so fuCKING cute

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foxofsunholt · 4 months

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NOT RELATED TO FOS but just want to ask for my own fun:

I am very interested in knowing what your favourite novel/book series are! Please reply or send in asks with them—I’m always interested in recs! Doesn’t matter what genre or type of novel; I like everything, I assure you lol

Please let me know what your favourite books are ❤️

Under the cut are some recent liked reads of mine:

FIRSTLY… use your libraries. truly the best places in the world. 90% of what I read was from a library and the other 10% was books I bought years ago and finally decided to read

The Spear Cuts Through Water — Two men shepherd a dying god through the lands to help overthrow a tyrannical regime. One pet love letter to oral history, one part gay love story, one part creative epic fantasy. This novel is stylish, artsy and not for everyone but for the people that it’s for!!! it’s for you!!! The story is told in layers: YOU, the reader in second person, the story itself, the ghosts of the people inside of the story. I think to see if this is for you, reading the first couple of pages is a good indication of the style and prose and if you’d like it. (I paired it with the audiobook and enjoyed reading both in tandem)

Know My Name — a memoir by Chanel Miller—certainly read the description and check TWs for this. because the subject is not easy but I sobbed so hard during this. Not just for her pain but for her joy. If you’re interested in memoirs, I recommend this one! (I also enjoyed Tara Westover’s “Educated”, which i read years ago). Honestly reading this book I kept thinking THIS IS A MUST READ, THIS IS A MUST READ–heartbreaking, poignant, cathartic. It’s long, but if the subject matter interests you at all, i’d say give it a try!

Chain Gang All-Stars — Fight to the death to earn your freedom from prison! I’ve read some reviews of this book that call the allegory heavy-handed, but I didn’t mind that at all. A novel obviously about the prison industrial complex in America, Chain Gang All Stars made me rethink how I view compassion, and personally seek out and research the prison abolition movement. This novel isn’t perfect, but it did for me exactly what the author was intending. I also couldn’t put it down. The Audiobook is great, it has multiple narrators! If you’re interested in thought-provoking speculative fiction…

Project Hail Mary — A man wakes up on a spaceship with no recollection of why he’s there—learning that he needs to save the world. I didn’t like this as much as everything else on this list but I think it’s a more easy recommendation. I had a lot of fun with this book and found it to be an engaging read all around. This is the only Weir I’ve read, and I don’t think I’ll be seeking out The Martian anytime soon if that says anything about the novel (I did really like it I swear lol)

ANYTHING SHIRLEY JACKSON — I read We Have Always Lived in the Castle and Haunting of Hill House and loved both a lot. Not the sort of books if you like plot, but if you’re into creepy atmosphere and characterization…i think there might just be a reason Shirley Jackson is a classic. The way she bends reality, seeds chilling aspects and weaves horror around settings is very sharp. I recommend We Have Always Lived In The Castle more (it’s short!) and it’s great as audiobook or physical

JUNJI ITO…king — I read Uzumaki and re-read a lot of his short stories and Gyo. KING. The visions of his art haunted me. If possible, I recommend reading these physically, as the act of turning the page on to whatever unspeakable horror awaits you is incomparable. If you like body horror at all, even a little, this is a mangaka I think you should try as if you haven’t already lol

Our Wives Under The Sea — God. What can I say about this? A story about grief, a story about watching your loved ones change beyond recognition. Body horror. Sapphic. Beautiful prose. Tragic. Loved all of it.

Metamorphosis — Yes the Kafka one. Yes I liked it. Yes I related a lot to being turned into a burdensome, ugly roach.

Roaming (graphic novel) — Not a story where a lot (or anything) happens. But I found this relatable and able to capture that age of girlhood with expert precision. Not much happens, really nothing happens; just a snapshot and fragment of this price of these girls lives. They are immature, messy, weird. (I also really enjoyed It Happened One Summer and one of my favourite movies is Only Yesterday so that should tell you a lot about my tastes in slow, character snapshot pieces). The art is lovely, of course

Eileen — Stinky, miserable, unlikeable Eileen Dunlop becomes obsessed with mysterious, attractive Rebecca. This one very aggressively I have to say ITS NOT FOR EVERYONE. I can’t even explain why I liked it so much, but I as so absorbed into the setting. I had the feeling of being transported into Eileen’s cold, gloomy New England. Eileen is gross, putrid, hard to read and nothing happens at all until the end. But also i loved it. I can’t explain this one. I don’t even recommend it but definitely check TWs. Now it’s a movie starring Anne Hathaway and I finally got to say “the book was better”

Bluest Eye — CHECK TW FOR THIS ONE I’ve loved Toni Morrison since highschool, but I never actually finished any of her novels. This being her debut novel is so shocking; it was poetic, devastating, uncomfortable. Another book I don’t exactly recommend because of its graphic nature, and how sharply and uncomfortably certain scenes are written, but so much was so poignant—I have a lot of this book highlighted and to share:

I recommend reading the Author’s Note, the description and the TWs and see if it interests you! I think Toni Morrison explains herself and her intentions well in the author’s note. (I need to get around to Morrison’s other work, but for some reason I started in chronological order)

I’m going to stop here because I’m realizing I like a lot of “weird” books that I know are probably not widely liked but akfjkskd WHAT CAN I SAY I LIKE A WEIRD LITTLE FREAK

Other notables: I read a lot of Grady Hendrix and I don’t LOVE love him, but reliably I do have fun. I couldn’t even stomach the scene (YOU KNOW THE SCENE) in my best friend’s exorcism—i’d recommend him for some intro to horror! I liked How to Sell a Haunted House but my friend didn’t so there’s that too.

I read this around when it was published but I will never shut up about In The Dream House (another memoir) so good. so strong. so beautiful. AH.

I also started the Locked Tomb series and I only didn’t put it on this list because I’ve only read Gideon so far but I liked it a lot also.

I’m very excited to do more reading this year. Mostly I’ve been getting through the popular titles…as you can see…. But i’m hoping to read more fantasy and sci-fi this year! it’s just unfortunate they’re so long 😭

#not fox of sunholt #books can be so divided #people I love and respect and adore have hated books i loved #and vice versa #and you just gotta learn that’s okay!!!!#which is my way of saying you might hate these books #DONT BLAME ME lol #borkclub

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wren-writes-things · 1 month

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Let's see... 1, 9, 12, 13 for the fandom ask games? :)

Oh hey Pixel! Thanks for asking.

OTP?

Probably Sasharcy (of course in the context of Sashannarcy). I absolutely adore all variants of the Calamity Trio but I just tend to drift towards them. My guess is that the personality contrast, and possibly just how much they both need to grow and forgive each other. I don't know it just intrigues me.

I also really like platonic Zelink from the BotW/TotK iteration.

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

Hmm... Pixel go read your own fanfic! Joking, probably

And I Know I Kissed You Before (But I Didn't Do It Right) - BearerOfTheBitterMoon (liminal-lesbian on here) - Okay I could put all of Mara's fanfics on here. Her writing style and story concepts are just amazing. But we'd be here all day, so we're not going to do that. This one specifically though, was just such an emotional rollercoaster (without leaving with permanent emotional trauma, ex: The Three Body Problem). It's very sweet, it's very sad and it all just feels so real. If that makes any sense

A Witch In Wartwood - Disect - I haven't finished the sequel fanfic yet, but I love this story. It had a very creative take on a Swap AU, and it did a really good job at capturing the essence of the original show while also completely being it's own thing.

Pinpoint - i'm-at-my-limit - Okay, I need to get caught up on this one, because I love the concept and I find it's characterization really interesting but I'm also behind by like two chapters because I wasn't reading as much for a while.

Across The Seven Seas - Heart_Wit_Strength - Did I successfully trick you into thinking I wasn't going to say this? Did it work? Seriously though this is one of those fanfics that I read, immediately reread and proceeded to think about for the next three days. I actually have fan art of it that I need to complete some day. I don't know what you did, but you succeeded at it.

Then there's this one fanfic about Sasha that I really like, but I cannot find it or remember what it is called.

(I have quite a few others that I really liked, these are just the four that were in my brain apparently)

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

So the same week that I created Daren, I also created what I call that Devil in the Details AU. Which is one of those AUs where it could be angsty, but I decided it was way funnier to write absurd shenanigans.

Basically Marcy, a lonely and aimless college student, opens a music box (gifted to her by her academic mentor, Andrias) and ends up with Darcy as the devil on her shoulder. Then Anne and Sasha are sent by heaven to prevent her from becoming corrupted and taken over by them.

Of course, it’s a massive train wreck.

Darcy is trying to convince Marcy that she should trust them. But because Sasha and Anne are almost always there they can only accomplish this through underhanded life coaching. (Though when Sasha and Anne aren’t there it’s manipulation is more direct).

Sasha is a nearly fallen angel who has taken to giving beneficial but selfish advice and also physically attacking any devils that she ends up paired with.

Anne is just trying to get Sasha back on the right path and to find a way to get rid of Darcy so Marcy can go back to a normal life.

Then Marcy who was incredibly lonely finally has a social life and people that she can get engaged in her interests. So she’s convinced this is a great thing and is scheming to make it permanent.

And from this queue all of the comedic shenanigans that could possibly come out of it. But also Anne and Sasha helping guide Marcy into making a life for herself that she really wants rather than what everyone kept telling her she wanted. While Darcy of course tries to counteract that because they assume she searching for a very specific type of success and do not understand any other idea.

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

So ironically the answer here is also Sasharcy. I’m not sure how this happened but we have two Sashanne centric AUs (TOH and BotW) and two Marcanne centric ones (Witch Marcy and also BotW). But none of them have focused on Sasha and Marcy specifically (aside from post breakup in the Witch Marcy AU). It's a really interesting occurrence

#answered asks #heart-wit-strength #Amphibia #Amphibia Devil in the Details AU

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vampirecatsw · 4 months

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*CLAPS HANDS AND RUBS THEM TOGETHER* NOW THAT I'M FINISHED ANSWERING YOUR ASK, CYN. (BLESS YOU, BLESS YOU!) PLEASE DO THE CHARACTER OPINION BINGO FOR KAITO, AOKO, SHINICHI, AND RAN. PRETTY PLEASE. MAY YOUR DAY BE SPECTACULAR!

Hi! Here's my ask with drawings (of various quality, you can see as I drew more I got more into the swing HAAHHAH. That's what I get for being so rusty - I don't actually draw that often.) The colours I used are ones I associate with the characters!

ft. my very informal writing style, probably like a thousand typos because I'm typing this at 1am, and many shoutouts to amazing dcmk creators 🥰

Also, please check out Anna's ask! https://akai-anna.tumblr.com/post/739521989281234944/hey-there-my-lovely-mutual-3-3-i-love-when-you

Anna, you're so lovely, fr. I hope this makes you giggle and swing your feet, I had such a fun time thinking about them! I added my own flair with my drawings <3

Feel free to ask me to decipher any handwriting

P.s. That character with the hat you'll see is my sona! I'm calling him Sol because that's another online name I seem to take up often. Feel free to call me Sol as well!

(Shameless plug: Check out my art blog - cyndraws - if you like my art! Also, it has some au ramblings too ^v^. https://cyndraws.tumblr.com/)

KAITO

Bingo count: 4 (well, If I ticked only more more box, I could have extra bingos for almost every extra box I ticked haha...)

The art: I gave up at first and just drew him as a stick figure. Then I added clothes to him, that's why he's so proportionally off,,, My beloved blorbo, I feel like I did you so dirty 😭

Fun challenge: Guess what I was inspired by when I drew Kaito's and Aoko's outfits.

I'm literally in love with him no joke. The love is too intense aughhdfk. What kind of love? Yes. I would do anything for him. I'd be so clingy fr.

Headcanons? Sooo many. Not even a joke. They're too integrated into my brain at this point so yeah haha

His HANDS. Slim and very fast and flexible. They have callouses - screw smooth hands. Callouses as a sign of his hard work throughout his entire life.

Fox? He's a fox. So silly, little trickster. https://www.tumblr.com/cyndraws/739418480470851584/look-me-in-the-eyes-and-tell-me-kaito-isnt-a-fox

Let's just link my simping art here too: https://www.tumblr.com/cyndraws/739224275061456896/im-such-a-simp-help-me-kaito-simps-unite-pls Please let me squish his cheeks please...PLEASE

Bonus: Old character opinion bingo for Kaito: https://cyndraws.tumblr.com/post/739190201679757312/everyone-if-im-going-to-expose-myself-as-a-kaito I got over the fear 👍 It's from a while back, like maybe... 2022? idk

I love unhinged Kaito

Gender? Please. I'll take any masc at this point HAHAH

Canon isn't real - Like it's amazing but also like... underwhelming. *Shakes it vigorously* GIVE ME MORE. MORE EKODA GANG. MORE SUPPORT FOR KAITO. LET KAITO CRY. I WANT MORE WORLD BUILDING ON AKAKO AND TO SEE THE KUROBA FAMILY MORE (+ a billion more requests.) PLEASE GOSHO IM BEGGING

(It's ok, I got the fics for these cravings 👍)

2. AOKO

Bingo count: 0

Wow. I realised just how little brain space I dedicate to her... but she's also so silly. I love her so much. She's a great character to pair up with Kaito (for any relationships, I love when they're having fun together.) She doesn't need more suffering <3

I love sm how in MK1412 they added extra scenes of the Ekoda gang! And Aoko looks so cute in it! (everyone else? ... it varies)

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Snowball fight! ^

Now this is a hella hot take but I personally think KaiAo is much more interesting than ShinRan (for me). And fun too, because I've always been drawn to fun and teasing dynamics like these over the more romantic ones (if you get what I mean by more romantic). KaiAo and Shinran both are such wonderful couples though. *Bangs fists on table* THEY'RE BOTH SO UNBEARABLE CUTEEE

Someone told me I have very similar vibes to Aoko and I've been reevaluating myself XDD. No but I can see it. I think we have a similar energy (in my brain at least, I'm much more tired when I go out) and even preferred fashion.

Would give her a kiss anytime. Definitely. Let's go out on a picnic and have a fun hangout. We would be good friends.

Aolele theory by alizardjae: Please check it out!!! https://alizardjae.tumblr.com/post/134111960564/alright-finally-got-around-to-writing-this-thing Basically it's the summary I wrote up there. I whole heartedly believe in it, because it's a fun theory and I've done it before myself (...ehem annoying relatives) - so it's definitely believable. And I love the idea of Aoko Holmes being carried over from Nonchalant Lupin (<- Prototype of Magic Kaito. It's a fun read!)

3. SHINICHI/CONAN

Bingo count: 4

Drawing was inspired by that scene where Conan gets suspicious of Hanzawa-san (from The Culprit Hanzawa, a spinoff of dcmk.)

Ok, so the thing is, I have a very strange relationship with him.

He's so silly, right? He so fun, he's adorable, so caring and well meaning, but I'm scared of him. I wouldn't want to meet him. I'm terrified even though he's so nice 😭. So I'd rather observe from a distance (hence the drawing ^ but I'd definitely set off his senses a lot.)

(What does it say about me that I'm scared of Shin/Cone but not Kaito? I'm working on overcoming my fear of Conan/Shin, I promise *on my hands and knees* I REALLY AM)

(My irl friend understands why I'm so terrified, I've explained the crazy stunts he's done and his very illegal spy equipment to them... they actually got a nightmare about Conan that night. He's such a law breaking little gremlin (affectionate)) So...no kisses for you, detective... only because I'm too intimidated 😭 But I'll gladly make content dedicated to you and fawn over you <3

If it's not already obvious, Kai > Shin/Cone for me. But he's definitely a close second.

Shin's/Cone's aesthetic? So peak. His detective work and general vibes with the series is so banging. That clean formal attire - I love wearing more formal stuff out. Being judged for it? At this point I don't really care hahaha. His mismatching outfits are so endearing, but I don't really vibe with them.

Canon is kinda frustrating for me. Well, as usual, I love to pick out the pieces I love and keep them dear to my heart. Ugh I want more identity issues and character relationship focuses. And more Shinran, this is literally ridiculous for slowburn lol.

4. RAN

Bingo count: 0

I drew a masterpiece for her. As she deserves 🥰. (Fun fact, this is the first time I've drawn her properly.)

Drawing inspirations:

Sakura Class! It was so adorable. I loved seeing the povs of both Shin and Ran. The Sakura couple,,, 🥺🥺 why are they so cute

LavenderTowne! Her art is amazing and her art tips are always so helpful: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCD4XIm3ZFhT72WjqhIXMN9w

In particular, I used these two tutorials: Easy Background: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Zw5oB-ir5R0 Easy Lighting: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/shWoTarp_Vk

*ehem* Back to our ask now

Ran is so lovely! Such a queen, so adorable, such an icon! Have you seen her puff out her cheeks in chapter 1120? (+ many other instances of her being cute of course.)

(^ well, now you've seen it)

I love her with sass! It's so funny and fitting for her. And paired with her badassness? Wow. She's amazing. She has such a big heart too <3

I can see how Shinichi fell for her at first sight, she really is so pretty and cute. Her smile was such a direct hit to his heart XD

Obligatory shoutouts!:

Amazing Shinran analysis by rabbitsrants: https://www.tumblr.com/rabbitsrants/737479648281329664?source=share

Really REALLY cute Shinran art by detshin: https://www.tumblr.com/detshin/734222664310358016?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/detshin/734913462286909440?source=share Their blog also has really cute Shinran content!

For some reason, I associate the english localised names to the more sarcastic and witty characterisations in the funimation dub. That's why I wrote Rachel.

Maybe it's because of halfpenny_jones's amazing characterisation: https://archiveofourown.org/users/halfpenny_jones/pseuds/halfpenny_jones/works?fandom_id=964594 Please check out their works too!

That's the end~ Thanks so much for asking! It was so enjoyable to ponder and draw. And I'll always take opportunities to talk about them.

Feel free to chat again whenever you feel like it <3 And also, feel free to ask about many other things too, like more character bingos or aus if you find them interesting. I hope you also enjoy them if you go through them.

See you next illusion~

#dcmk #kaito kuroba #kuroba kaito #kaito kid #aoko nakamori #nakamori aoko #cyn answers #asks #shinichi kudo #kudo shinichi #ran mouri #mouri ran #cyn talks #cyn speaks #cyn draws #not much in tags cause i think i said what i wanted to in the post

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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ��𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Femboy!Eren Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Happy birthday to my favorite little shit. I was greatly inspired by this fan art of Eren. (yes this is a repost) [ SYNOPSIS ] It's your boyfriend's birthday and you decide to spoil him with an impromptu trip to a luxury department store. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.6k [ CONTENT ] Eren's dominant but not a dom, y/n doesn't come and she's cool with it, this is a world where Eren's beefy body can fit into designer dresses [idk sizes are more inclusive]), exhibitionism, you fuck around in a dressing room, ass eating (m receiving), oral sex (m receiving), jerking off, facefucking, drool, cum, you're like so in love with him lmao, Eren calls you babe, clothes sharing is mentioned, not beta'd.

You stood in front of the department store, eyes wandering the sinewy, otherworldly mannequins. They were draped in the finest of fashions, every cloth and bauble en vogue. It was clothing that exuded pure, unadulterated affluence. Each nightmarish figure purred, “My morals have decayed to the point of no return. Yours are on their way. Buy this fucking skirt.”

“Look at that one,” Eren said, eyes full of stars.

He was pointing at a navy blue taffeta dress with ruffles and a tent-like shape.

“I saw it on Diet Prada’s Instagram. I have to have it. Or, fuck, at least try it on.”

It was your boyfriend’s birthday. You had taken him out to a fancy dinner, the best omakase in the city. It cost you an arm and a leg, but luckily you anticipated dropping some money. Eren so rarely asked for anything, and if he did it was usually little things like a back rub or braiding his luscious chocolate-colored locks.

“Blue does always look so good on you,” you beamed.

He turned to you, his face a boyish yet unsure smile.

“Yeah?”

“No, I’m lying. You’d look like shit in it,” you snickered. “C’mon. If you end up liking it, I’ll buy it for you.”

“Babe, no. It’s probably like a million dollars. You’re not my sugar mama.”

“I just paid off my credit card. I think I can buy my beautiful boytoy a little dress.”

“Boytoy?” he questioned, eyes narrowed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said, grabbing his wrist. “Let’s go.”

You dragged him into the department store and walked right up to the lone sales associate. You described the dress like an absolute philistine. The associate was kind enough and able to make sense of your stilted description. Eren stood behind you, resting his head on top of yours. The associate looked him up and down, and went to grab the dress in his size.

“Are you interested in anything else? I can prep a dressing room for you,” she said, walking away.

“That’d be great,” Eren answered. He turned his attention towards you. “Let’s look around. Maybe I’ll find something even better.”

The both of you set off and searched the store high and low for dresses that fit Eren’s style. His was rather eclectic and hard to pin down, but he had a clear vision in his head of what it was. And whatever it was, it worked. He consistently served looks. Along with the navy taffeta dress, he found a ruffled, floral print mini dress and a white silk dress. You couldn’t wait to see them on him.

The associate led you to the dressing room. Eren handed her the dresses that had been draped over his arm and she hung them up carefully.

“Is it okay if I go in there with him?”

The associate gave you a quizzical look but ultimately said it was fine.

Once inside Eren immediately stripped down to a black, lacy bikini cut panty. You gazed at his chiseled body, your eyes lingering on his abdominals. They were begging to be licked.

“Hand me the Kika Vargas one.”

“The what?”

He giggled. “The navy one. The one that’ll make me look like a cupcake.”

You handed him the dress. He unbuttoned the front and slipped his arms in the sleeves.

“Help me button it.”

You were more than happy to assist him. You ran your hands down the front of the dress, relishing in the sleek softness of the quilted cotton. Your thumb brushed up against his nipple, leaving it erect in your wake. Eren’s cheeks turned a little pink. You smiled and began buttoning. Once you were finished you stepped back and admired him.

“Is it too much? Do I look like a babydoll?”

He looked down at the dress and adjusted the frills on the bib.

You tapped your index finger against your lips, deep in thought.

“Give me a twirl.”

He laughed and did a little spin. The dress fluttered about stunningly, giving you a peek of his ass.

“Nice,” you said before biting your bottom lip.

“This would be cute for brunch, right? Grocery shopping? Visiting your family?”

You guffawed. Your family had no idea Eren was so in touch with his feminine side. He wore tamer looks around them. His go to look being fitted slacks with a haphazardly tucked in hibiscus print button down paired with some patent leather loafers.

“Yeah, that’d go over well.”

“You’re right. I should wear something more revealing. Like this.”

He held out the next dress: a flouncy short number covered in purple and pink flowers with green leaves and blue accents. The fabric seemed to shimmer under the harsh lights of the dressing room. Much like the previous dress it was ruffled though it was more fitted with a smocked waist.

You helped Eren out of the navy one and into the new dress. He lifted his arms and you pulled it over his head and down his body. It showed off his physique, accenting every muscle.

“Hm. I can see your underwear through it.”

“Shit. They are black, aren’t they? Well fuck it,” he sighed, yanking his underwear down and handing them to you.

You folded them up and tucked them into your bag.

“Alright. How we lookin’ now?” he asked.

“Like your dick is poking out.”

Eren glanced down at the hem of the dress and was greeted by the tip of his semi-hard cock.

“You know you love it,” he said with a devilish tone.

You rolled your eyes and then let them linger on his broad shoulders. The soft cotton material looked impeccable around them. The pastels looked perfect up against his tanned, olive complexion. Eren adjusted his top knot, the movement pulling you from your trance.

“Next,” he said plainly.

You lifted the dress off of his body and tried not to stare too hard at his nude form. It took so much out of you to not grab his cock and give it a little tug. You turned to grab the final dress: a white one, somewhat in between the two previous dresses in terms of coverage. It was short like the others, but a bit more subdued. You untied the back of the dress and handed it to him.

“I already feel like this is the one.”

You sighed, staring at the price tag. “Of course you do. It’s the most expensive one.”

“I’ll cover half,” he said, putting it on.

“Fuck no! It’s your birthday present. You can’t pay for half of it.”

“You already spent who knows how much on sushi. Though if you want to dole out…” He paused and examined the tag himself before swallowing hard. “$1,340.”

Your jaw dropped. You had never spent that much on any item of clothing.

“Eren… We can’t afford that.”

He turned around and asked you to tie the back of the dress, seemingly ignoring your concern.

“Let’s just see how it looks on me and then we can put it back. It’s kinda exciting to have something so pricey on.”

“Exciting? I feel like I’m going to be sick. This is absurd.”

You were pained to see Eren’s statuesque back looked absolutely gorgeous in the dress. He looked angelic. The ruffles were ethereal. The way they fluttered about was beyond eye catching. They demanded attention. You could only imagine how lovely the front of him looked.

As you tied the dress, you let your hands graze his spine. He shivered and gave a concerned look over his shoulder.

“Your hands are cold.”

“My bad,” you said, fixing the bow you crafted. “Alright. You already know what I’m going to ask.”

He gave a smug grin and did a twirl, lifting the hem of the dress a little so you’d get an even better look at his erect cock and cute ass. You nearly drooled at the sight of his cock prodding the silk fabric as it settled.

“My eyes are up here,” he joked.

“I know. Your dick is more interesting though.”

He looked down and blushed.

“You gonna do somethin’ about it?” he asked coyly.

“I’d like to, but what if someone hears us?”

“There’s basically no one here, babe. Don’t worry about it.”

He grabbed your wrist and held it to his clothed cock.

“You know you want it,” he purred.

Eren was right. You did want him, you wanted him so fucking bad. He looked like an angel that was cast out of heaven for being too depraved. His cock throbbed in your hand, heat radiating from the shaft. It was begging to be in your mouth.

“Do you want me on my knees?” You asked.

He thought for a moment before smirking. “Yeah, but not for the reason you’re thinking.”

You got on your knees and asked, “What are you going to make me do?”

He turned his back and arched it, before flipping the dress revealing his taut cheeks. He spread them apart, revealing his puckered hole.

“Eat it,” he demanded. “It’s my birthday, remember?”

“I know it’s your birthday,” you seethed, pushing his hands out of the way.

You gripped his ass, digging your fingers into the tender flesh. A low groan freed itself from his lips. It was enough to get you throbbing. You licked your lips and spread his cheeks before encircling his hole with the tip of your tongue.

“Don’t worry. I’m clean. I douched before we left.”

“Oh so you were planning on me doing this?” you asked, giving his right cheek a small kiss.

“Mhm. Not in a Saks Fifth Avenue though. That’s an added bonus.”

“I’m sure it is,” you said before burying your face in his ass.

You lapped at his hole, relishing in slight grunts he let out.

“Fu—fuck,” he moaned. “Jerk me off. Now.”

You felt around for Eren’s hard cock, gripping it once you found it under the silken fabric. You rubbed the tip of it with your thumb, playing with the precum it wept.

“Babe, that feels so good,” he choked out as you squeezed his balls.

You hummed and continued to prod his hole with your tongue. His moans grew louder by the second sending you into a pit of anxiety.

“Eren, hush.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not on my birthday.”

He had a point. It was his birthday and if he desired so badly to get kicked out of a luxury department store, you had no choice but to go along with his dastardly plan. You began to slurp, hungry for his hole. You were messy; your drool dripped down his ass and gathered at his balls.

“Kiss it.”

You did as you were told, sloppily kissing and tonguing his hole. A pitchy whine fell from his lips as you squeezed his cocktip. He began to rut against your hand, forcing it through your fist. He leaned forward, using the mirror for balance.

“Fuck,” he whined, hanging his head. “Feels s—so good.”

The amount of pride you felt was insurmountable. No language of this earth could articulate the heights of your elation. It was transcendent to hear his moans and heed his commands. You loved making him feel good, making him feel loved. In the end that’s what truly mattered.

“W—wanna come in yo—your mouth,” he stammered.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, immediately thankful you had a bottle of hand sanitizer tucked away in your bag. Eren quickly turned around and lifted the dress, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you close. He didn’t hesitate to shove his cock in your mouth, panting and moaning the entire time. You knew the sales associate was hearing everything. Leaving the dressing room was going to be shameful. You should’ve just died in the confined space, never confronting the kind woman who decided to humor a couple of weirdos like yourselves.

“Why aren’t you fingering me?” he gasped while thrusting.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth and licked index and middle finger, a pathetic attempt at lubrication. Eren didn’t seem to mind and shoved his cock back in your warm, soft mouth.

“What’s the hold up?” he said, clenching his jaw.

You slid your fingers into Eren’s ass, prodding the tight walls before finding his prostate.

“Fuck!” he yelped.

He grabbed ahold of your head and pounded his cock into your mouth, panting like a dog. You continued to finger his prostate. It didn’t take long for cum to start trickling out of his slit.

“D—don’t st—top.”

He grunted as a steady stream of milky, white cum flooded your mouth. You happily swallowed every last drop as he bucked his hips a couple more times. He dropped his hands and you let go of his cock. You looked up at him. He appeared as if he was in a daze, finding some sort of comfort in the high ceiling.

“Happy fucking birthday, pretty boy.”

Your comment seems to bring him back down to your level. He patted your head and smiled.

“This might be the best one yet.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “One problem though. There is a large splotch of cum on this dress so we’re gonna have to buy it.”

You felt like you were going to vomit and shit and faint all at once.

“Eren… I… Eren! We can’t afford this!”

“I said I’d pay for half, remember?”

“But!”

“Quiet.”

“Oh now you want to be quiet. Now it’s quiet time. Great. Why couldn’t that have been, oh, I don’t know, when you were moaning like whore.”

He smirked. He always looked so handsome when he set forth a smug expression. It irked you to no end.

“How about this. I’ll pay for the dress. I have my dad’s credit card and he won’t say shit about it because I’m the golden child, which is fucked up but I don’t think it’s wrong to use it to my advantage.”

He was right. Grisha wouldn’t even notice. He made great money as a neurosurgeon.

“Okay. Not a bad idea.”

“Untie this,” he said, turning around. “But I do have a request. The navy blue dress. The one that makes me look like a creepy doll. I want that one.”

“And how much was that?” you asked, rubbing hand sanitizer all over your hands.

“I don’t know. Less than half the price of the one I came all over.”

You untied the dress and said, “Alright so still outrageous, but fuck it. It’s your birthday.”

“I think the navy one might even fit you,” he said, grinning. “You have to try it on.”

You told Eren you’d try it on at home. He looked rather dejected as he got dressed. But ultimately accepted your choice. As you left the dressing room the sales associate was standing by the register which thankfully wasn’t incredibly close to the dressing rooms.

“I see you chose two!” she exclaimed with a plastered grin.

“Yup,” you said, handing her the navy dress.

She quickly rang you up and you only felt slightly disgusted at yourself for dropping that kind of money on a dress. Though Eren had a point. You could have joint custody of that taffeta dolly dress. Plus he adored it and making him happy was the goal when it came to his birthdays.

“And the oth—”

Eren blushed and held the dress close to his chest. He tore the tag off and wordlessly handed it to her. Her practiced cheery grin morphed into a more nervous, mildly disturbed one. You hoped none of the stains were visible. Once Eren paid you both scurried out of the store, certain you’d never return to such a place.

#eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #snk x reader #aot x reader #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyojin smut #.fics #.aot #.eren #x reader #reader insert

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reckless-rider · 1 year

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Ok here are all of my thoughts, questions, comments, etc about Stars Align

This might be messy sorry lmao I'll try to keep it organized tho (Spoiler warning)

So starting off, I wouldn't have minded if they did this but I'm glad that Maki wasn't always cold and reserved (again I wouldn't have minded). It was refreshing to see him smile, laugh, and enjoy his time with the team. You can tell that he loves all of the people on the team and its fun to watch.

Also, I am pretty concerned about Maki after watching that ending. Yeah his father is a major piece of shit and I fucking hate him but I hope Maki didn't kill him. I just don't want anything bad to happen to Maki. Like all of the boys, I hope they get a hug and happiness.

So, Toma's brother brought up that they have another brother but where is he? Did he move out? How old is he?? From a passing comment it doesn't seem like this other brother wants anything to do with them judging by the fact that we never see him, but I could be way wrong.

I really do hate Toma's mother, he's done nothing wrong and she hates him for no reason. She compares him to his brother but they are not the same person! And she hates him for that?

Speaking of Toma and Maki, from the tribute video that they dropped, it looked like they had a falling out :((( Maybe they become rivals, I kinda hope it becomes a Free! situation where Rin and Haru started out as friends when they were young, then became rivals, then became friends once again. I would be happy if something like that happens with Toma and Maki because they were such great friends but what happened?

Ok on the topic of rivals, I really liked that the rivalry with Oji was also really fun to watch because it wasn't like they had to have their rivalry on 100% of the time. Like they really enjoyed having him around during the BBQ and they even kinda cheered each other on (if they could) during the tournament. They even let him be apart of their hype ritual!

I feel that Rintaro definitely has good parents, at least from what we've seen. They really do care about their son and want what's best for him. I do also hope that Rintaro gets to meet his birth mother if he wants to and I hope she's good to him.

With Rintaro, I understand him feeling like he isn't good enough and he failed as the vice president. I mean it did seem like Maki took over his job and I wish that we got to see them talk about this issue and come up with a middle ground.

I also thought that Shingo's parents weren't that bad either, maybe a little overprotective but not as bad as some of the other parents. It seemed that they really cared about their children's safety, especially, their daughter (obviously lmao she's like 4).

I feel like Maki's mother did a great job honestly, she seemed like one of the best parents and it has to be very hard for her to be in a situation like that. But it seemed like she did a pretty good job.

The only other set of good parents imo is Taiyo's parents, they seemed like they were pretty supportive, even if they thought their son wasn't a great player at the time. Yeah maybe they went about the responsibility thing a bit wrong, everyone makes mistakes and they seem to try and correct themselves after he stood of for him and Nao. They still didn't have a problem with him playing even if Taiyo's pair didn't win.

Everyone else's parents fucking sucked, I do not need to get into why lmao.

I'm going to be completely honest, but at first I didn't like Soga and Ameno but they quickly grew on me! I was pretty sad that Soga couldn't play in the tournament. Him and Shingo worked so hard only for it not to happen, but at the same time they really did help Nao and Taiyo with their confidence which I think is important.

Speaking of Nao, in the tribute video we see that his knuckles are bruised and bandaged, which makes me wound what could have happened. Obviously something wrong is going on and I wanna know what! Let my boys be happy pls :(

I also want to mention that the art style is fucking gorgeous! And omg the representation is fantastic holy shit!!! Yu is non-binary and the show explicitly says it, which I haven't really seen done in an anime, especially a sports anime. I actually have some LGBT+ headcannons for some of the characters lmao

I think this is all I'll say for rn, this is already really long slkdjf I hope this made sense!

#stars align #hoshiai no sora #gods this anime was so fucking good #Im practically begging people to watch it #it really deserves to get finished #i didn't know where to put this #but Mitsue deserves as much happiness as the boys do #and I really hope she becomes a great and world renowned artist #I also love her friendship with yu #rider is speaking!

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lifmera · 3 months

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hello! I saw you did Hazbin Hotel matchups and thought I’d request one! You’re my first request, and based off of what I’ve seen so far, I’m happy you are :) Take your time and get to me when you can!

I’m 19, my pronouns are She/Her and I’m lesbian. I haven’t been in one yet, but I’d be open to a Polyamorous relationship. I’m a Sagittarius (December 13). I have black, wavy hair that goes to my shoulders. I dress in a grunge style. I LOVE converse high tops, chains, chokers, and black cargo/sweat pants. Depending on how I feel, I wear chunky rings, always silver. I don’t wear much makeup, but if I do, it’s usually just eyeliner and mascara. Sometimes I do some more fancy eyeliner depending on the occasion. I’m 5’3.

I’m the therapist in my friend group. I tend to put their feelings and needs before my own. I don’t really care how I feel as long as I keep the peace. My emotions jump all over the place. Most of the time, I’m quiet and reserved. I can get easily irritated, though, if provoked. I also have severe anxiety. I tend to lean on the pessimistic side, but not always. I’m absolutely horrendous at comforting people in person, but over texts, I’m great at it. I have an extremely dirty mouth, and constantly use it around my friends. I have dark humor, which only some of my friends laugh with me at, so I don’t make jokes too often in case I get silence. I dislike people who judge others at first glance or because of rumors they hear. Honesty and loyalty is a big thing for me. I make jokes about things that bother me. I struggle with talking about my feelings. I can forget to take care of myself at times, especially when I have what I call my “down days”, which is the days I have when everything feels hopeless, and I can’t get out of bed.

My love languages are giving and receiving quality time, acts of service, and words of affirmation.

Music is my absolute best friend. It helps me to express my emotions without them coming out of my own mouth. I love watching and reading horror movies and books, I crochet, and I love sitting out in the rain or going out into the woods. I play both acoustic and electric guitar, and my favorite bands/singers are Mother Mother, Djerv, Ghost, Jack Stauber, and Penelope Scott. I love doing art, mainly rough sketches and traditional art. My favorite games are TLoU and RDR2. I love the shows Arcane League of Legends and Hazbin Hotel (obviously).

Thanks if you get around to me! I hope this is enough :) Have a nice day/night!!

Hi Hun!!

You aswell 🩷

I think Velvette works too.

I’ve decided to pair you up with …. LUTE!

I think when she first saw you she definitely questioned you. Like- “why are u in heaven when you dress like you belong in hell..”

Can she even talk though? Girl…..

Lute tends to keep her emotions under control. But its stressful. Adam can be so annoying…

Lute honestly is also pretty pessimistic- but if she sees her gf being pessimistic? She’d force you into anything you enjoy. She can’t stand seeing you upset. It hurts her heart!

I think she wouldn’t mind though. She never talks much about herself.

She definitely would not care about how much you curse. Adam has probably said worse.

She’d probably like dark jokes. She probably hasn’t heard one before- and snickered when she did.

Lute is HUGE ON HONESTY AND LOYALTY!!!! She will love you forever. 🩷

Honestly Lute would join you on down days. She needs a break. Away from her duties and just everything. She’d want to take care of you though! She cant have you upset!

I think Lute is also big on Quality time. She feels like she doesn’t get enough because she’s constantly working, so she tries to make up for it by buying you gifts!

She definitely loves music too. You would 100% drag her down with you into your music rabbit hole. She’d probably end up humming Ghost all day.

She LOVES when you play the electric guitar. In her head she’d think you are better than Adam- but won’t say it out loud.

She definitely loves that you crochet!! She’d wear whatever you made her. Or maybe any plushies??

I don’t think it rains in heaven, or hell for that matter- but if she went down to earth i think she’d love the patter of rain hitting against the top of the car!!! It’d relax her :)

~~~

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY?!!

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megidoreyn · 5 months

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Hihi! For the ask meme, perhaps 4, 8 and 14?

Hey there! Aw, thank you for the questions! It's super rare to get asks like these, so it really made my day! 😇🙏

⭐️4. What defines your artistic style?

That's a good question!🤔 (Especially since I don't know how others might perceive my art!) Due to my own visual agnosia as well, it skews my perception of my own works... So I actually end up disliking the grand majority of the things I create tbh🤣 It's hard for me to become cognizant of any strengths due to the weaknesses being highlighted (in my skewed POV) sometimes! But from the comments I have kindly received before, I would say that my art is defined by: clean/polished lineart, round/"squishy" chibis, warm colors, and "an aura of softness/tenderness"! Truthfully, I would love to be known for having a well-rounded and versatile style! As in: switching from a dynamic + appealing full-body style to a charming chibi style with precision and confidence!💪 And in general: I'd like to be known for drawing handsome faces on full-body characters instead of only having a "cute" style tbh LOL

⭐️8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?

Oh man…For a self-critic, this is a tough yet great question too!!😂--There's usually elements of a picture I enjoy working on VS how the overall picture eventually turns out! But looking back at everything I've posted publicly so far on twitter from 2022-2023…I think it'd have to be these! ↓

And a special shout out to this Walter-Lucifer pseudo-fiend character turnaround sheet that started off as a "haha just messing around :^)" sketch but then quickly turned serious 2 days later LOL. I did like incorporating SMT4 Lucifer's Phase 2 wings on him, since the in-game design includes this gradient on the wings too. 😇🙏

⭐️14.What do you like drawing the most?

As a surprise to no one, my favorite thing to draw would be WalterJonathan---both the pairing and the individual characters LOL. There's actually a personal reason for this, but maybe that'll be a story for another time! Whether or not the majority of these (finished/ polished) sketches will ever see the light of day is also to be determined in the future...😂 Despite these canon Satan Husbands going through the many unspeakable horrors they suffer within base SMT4 + SMT4 Apoc's canon (and even the duology of the SMT4 manga's canon too!), I'll always prefer to draw them being sweet with each other...🥺 To at least give them a single soft moment of reprieve that they deserve...!😭🙏

↑ I also enjoy drawing the details of the SMT4 samurai coat/uniform! As well as other things and details like: 💙the SMT protags' COMPs + SMT4 Gauntlet 💙Clothing folds 💙Side profiles 💙Backside angles 💙Painting hair 💙Drawing hands 💙Dynamic chibis + dynamic body language in general (that convey a character's personality)

…and probably some more things I'm forgetting LOL.

💙↑ edit: I forgot how much I like sketching out Pokemon as quick warm-ups + other critters like the MOTHER/Earthbound Mr.Saturns too! It's good practice in understanding different shapes.

Again, thank you so much for the questions!🙏 It was fun to answer these!

⭐️⭐️⭐️It's still 12/31 here in my neck of the woods, so I wish you and everyone reading this a Happy New Year as well!

#askbox #shin megami tensei #megaten #walterjonathan #ワルヨナ #happy new year's everyone!!! I wish good luck and good health for everyone here! may all of your goals be accomplished as well!#I am forever a long-winded individual either for better or for worse LOL... despite this I hope it was an interesting read!#reposted some older pictures from 2022 here too...it's been a while since looking at them again LOL

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beatificwrites · 2 years

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Hi!

Can I request a Marcus Pike (The Mentalist) x male reader. The reader works in Lisbon's team but is passionate about art and knows a lot about it. So when he sees some of the paintings Pike's team has rescued he recognizes them right away and goes all fanboy about them and can't stop rambling about them and Marcus is impressed and asks him out?

I hope this is okay and not too long or detailed. It's okay if you don't feel like doing it, just thought I would ask since there aren't pike x male reader out there

—Intrigued

pairing : marcus pike x male!reader

a/n: hi anon! This is my very first marcus fic and request so i’m super honored! i must apologize for i am not very familiar with the mentalist but nevertheless i tried my best to make up what i could from the clips i’ve seen and i hope this is at least up to your expectations!

word count: 629

content: art stuff, work place

As you made your way into the headquarters you noticed Pike passing by. You’ve always been interested in him, for his dashing looks and the way he carries himself. You’re not sure if he’d ever look twice your way though.

You greet your fellow colleagues around the office before settling at your desk and immediately starting work. You had a ton of files to scam through; one of the many vexations that came with being Lisbon’s secretary.

You spent the remainder of the day skimming through papers and emails. Every once and awhile someone would come in with more boring stuff to look through as if the first batch wasn’t boring enough.

The work day was coming to an end and more people started heading home. You figured you got a productive amount done for today so you got up and grabbed your messenger bag.

A quick trip to the men’s room was definitely needed but you hate using public restrooms so it would just have to wait. You put some pep in your step as you left the office.

The door to Pike’s was open however and you did a double take as you noticed a few paintings. You stopped and decided to take a quick peek. Yeah, they were beautiful, alright.

There was nothing you loved more than art. Specifically cubist and surrealist paintings; the old style was extremely fascinating to you. You had worked on a few pieces at home trying to replicate them.

“Oh, yeah, those are the ones my team managed to save the other day. Those guys are worth more than my whole salary combined.” You jumped slightly, embarrassed of his sudden appearance.

You chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, they should be. They’re beautiful. See that one right there?” You pointed to the one in the middle.

He looked at you and studied your face for a second before saying, “Yeah, what about it?”

“It’s called En Canot; famous cubist oil painting. I actually really love cubism, I mean just look at that shaping. Captivating.” He noticed the way you spoke with such admiration.

“I think it’s been missing since like the 30s. I’m glad you guys could recover it. Oh! That one next to it! It’s summer’s day I’m sure.”

“It’s more abstract-expressionism, came right after the surrealism period. And that other one right there has to be La clairière! Impressionism era for sure.

Pike smiled, “You sure do know a lot about art. How do you know so much?”

You didn’t mean to but you fiddled with your bag’s strap nervously. You were actually speaking to him!

“I took art all through out middle and high school. From there on out I became completely hooked onto art and well, here I am! Working as an office secretary.” You joked and you both shared a laugh.

“Do you make your own art then?” Curious, he wanted to know more about you.

“Yes, not as often anymore though. I do whenever I can though. I love surrealism and cubism so I always try to incorporate that in my work.” You sighed.

“I wish I could pursue art or something but I don’t think I’d be able to survive off that kind of money.”

“Well, I think you should do what you love. I mean, I know it’s not that easy but, you’re so passionate, I’m sure you’d be great, man.” He looked at you, trying to let you know he’s serious.

“Thanks..I genuinely appreciated that. You know, I don’t often talk about art like this. Not with anyone really.” You admitted.

“Goodness, you shouldn’t hide your passions like that. Tell ya what,” He took one last look at you.

“Tomorrow night at dinner, I wanna hear more about you and art. Oh and, you should wear something like this suit again.”

He gave you a smirk before walking away.

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epickiya722 · 2 months

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Hello, can I ask from this ask game :

https://www.tumblr.com/threecheersforinking/677824836625694720/anime-ask-game?source=share

For anime/manga : Sk8, Demon Slayer, BNHA, and Jujutsu Kaisen.

Thanks 🌻

I guess so, Anon! 😆

SK8 THE INFINITY 🛹

Favorite Character: Reki, hands down it's Reki. He's just such a great character to me, honestly a little bit of relatable (both as someone who isn't sure of themselves and having siblings).

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: The beach episode is definitely my favorite episode. But I gotta say the epilogue scene he has with his family is one of my favorite scenes because it's so damn cute!

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Reki/Langa is my favorite! They're just so cute!

Character I Think is Underrated: Oka is one, Sketchy is another. But a really underrated character? Miki. She's the green haired woman seen in the first episode. Made a post about how she should be a more major SK8 character. I like her design very much and I just think she should be a bigger part of the cast as a skater.

Character I Think is Overrated: Ooh, it's like most of the main cast... Reki is definitely one, Langa is one, too... Shadow is more underrated though... but it's definitely Joe and Cherry!

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: What mostly drawn me in to the show was the vibrant colors. I love colors and the aesthetic of the show is a bonus to me. Also, I love that Reki isn't like some big shot protagonist where he can outskate everyone and anybody. Really like it took an opposite approach, and hone in that he was the more creative type.

DEMON SLAYER 🗡

Favorite Character: Tanjiro! He is just so precious, kind and badass! (And it will always gets me how he got that hard ass forehead he got from his mom.)

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: Just any time he interacts with Nezuko will always touch my heart. One scene I adore a lot is from the Swordsmith Village arc when Tanjiro braids her hair to mimic Mitsuri's style. It was just too cute. Ooh, but overall my favorite arc so far has to be the Entertainment District arc. Gyutaro and Daki actually became my favorite antagonists because of that arc. And the opening for that arc in the anime is one of my favorite songs.

Favorite Ship/Pairing: I actually had to stop and think for this one. "Do I have a favorite ship here?" Okay, I gotta admit Tengen with his wives are cute. (Watching the anime in dub though becomes something else when you also watch JJK in dub and realize Sukuna and Uraume are married here.)

Character I Think is Underrated: Hmm... I wanna say Mitsuri for this one. Every since the Swordsmith Village arc came out, everywhere I turn there's some video on how Muichiro put in work in his fight scenes, and he did. I applaud that precious little misty guy. But I don't see a lot or even a little praise for Mitsuri and she was whipping that sword!! If anything, that is very impressive that she has a sword like that!!

Character I Think is Overrated: Ah... I gotta say it's tie between Uzui and Rengoku. But before anyone gets on my ass, I do adore both characters very much. (Remember seeing a post that had the absolute nerve to put Rengoku on the list of "frauds".)

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: That anime definitely deserved the animation award. But for me, it's definitely the character designs. The art style makes those designs pop and a lot of the way the characters look pleases me. Like the demons? They don't look like your average demons. One of the reasons why Tanjiro is my favorite is because of his character design.

MY HERO ACADEMIA ✨️

Favorite Character: If you have been following since forever, you already know I'm going to say my favorite two are Miruko and Midoriya. They're both my #1s.

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: The first half of Miruko's episode. I'll be honest... while I do like Kaminari, every time I rewatch that episode I just watch the Miruko parts. Another episode I really like is the dorm episode because it's mostly like a feel-good episode for me.

Favorite Ship/Pairing: It's Burnin/Miruko for me. "They haven't inter---" Ah! I am allowed to ship characters who haven't interacted and I adore them. Right now, they are my top ship.

Character I Think is Underrated: A lot of them. 😭 First person that comes to mind is Rock Lock. I would question, too, why kids are at a meeting about a dangerous situation. He's a husband and a dad and he loves his family! Of course, he would ask that!

Character I Think is Overrated: In-Universe, Hawks. I'm sorry, but every time there is a scene that showcases how he has many fans I just make this face 😐. He's like that famous gut almost everyone and their mama loves but you are just like "... what's so great about him". I mean, I get it, I do and I like Hawks. But... Also by the fandom, other than Hawks, Dabi and Bakugou. I feel like I don't have to explain here. Again, characters I like, but they are overrated. "But, Kiya, you like Midoriya!" I do! And I don't know if there is another popularity poll coming up, but if he doesn't get #1 on that I will scream. Come on, 9th poll? He is the 9th OFA user?

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: Definitely the range of quirks here. Some quirks, Horikoshi definitely got creative with. Also, say what you want, I like how some of the common tropes are here, but not exactly. Weird thing to be happy about, but I was happy I had to guess who the protagonist was because Midoriya didn't look like the typical one. (I didn't watch the first season first.)

JUJUTSU KAISEN 😈

Favorite Character: Yuji Itadori! He is my sunshine! Also a little feral and will take your kneecaps. Like Midoriya, I find he's not really the typical protagonist. He has some traits, but others you don't see too often in protagonists.

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: I do like the Shibuya Incident and Culling Game Arcs. Personally, for me, and yes I'm a little bias, my favorite scenes are those with Yuji. My favorite fight scene is his fight against Choso. Now, for the Culling Game Arc, I really enjoyed the fight between Uro, Ryu and Yuta. Mostly because Uro was the best character for me there. But fight scenes aside, I gotta say that other scenes I enjoy are those scenes Yuji has with Megumi and Nobara.

Favorite Ship/Pairing: ItaFushi is the first ship I got into! It's just... it makes me want to cry. Also, NobaMaki! Oh my gosh, that scene they have after the small confrontation with Mai? Love that scene!!

Character I Think is Underrated: The Kyoto students as a whole. My favorite out the bunch is Kasumi Miwa. She's just so silly, kind and come on. I know she says she's frightened at times, but she's also really brave to still fight. I admire that.

Character I Think is Overrated: Once season 2 came, I swear Toji has been a favorite almost overnight! Don't blame the fans, of course. And, no surprise, Gojo and Sukuna.

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: If I need a story to break my heart, I know I can just look to JJK! And I mean not in a dramatic way, I mean like "I'm watching a horror movie and the character I hot attached to too fast dies". Okay, for real though, one of the strongest points for me is the characters. I find a lot of the characters entertaining and intriguing. Even if it's a character I don't practically like. When it comes to the characters, I actually don't get bored of them. There's probably a couple I don't really care for. Also, unpopular opinion, I do like Akutami's art style from the beginning and to end. The style before has this charm to it I just like and it's the same for the style now.

Anime Ask Game

#kiya answers #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #demon slayer #kny #kimestu no yaiba #jjk spoilers

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Sweet inspiration - Chapter 6

@kenkopanda-art <3

AO3 link

Pairing: CEO!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: romance, fluff, modern AU, fluff, falling in love, cute, tattooed reader, self-doubt, sweet, relationship development, smut, dom Levi, rough smut, Levi body worshipping, possessive Levi, lots of dirty talk, aftercare.

Concept: You meet the designer who is going to help you make clothes for Levi. The two of you get on very well and just click. You talk to Levi at home a few days later about your blossoming friendship. Levi gets jealous and you talk it out together. After talking, Levi wants to make love and you are happy to. Levi possessively makes love to you.

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Levi smiled softly as you bounced in your seat. He was taking you to work so you could meet his design group and pair up with a team member. He loved how happy you were to just go to his office. He was excited for you, but his main worry was Layla. Layla was still working for him, but he moved her to assist someone else and now he had Jean instead. Jean was doing a great job and Levi was sure there would be no romantic issues.

You jumped out of the car and bounced around in your cute shorts and top, all of it made just for you by Levi. “I’m so excited!”

Levi grabbed your hand and pulled you close. “I’m happy for you, my love.”

You hugged Levi’s side. “I’m going to make you the best outfit possible, my handsome bear.”

Levi put his arm around you. “I can’t wait to see it.” He stood in the lift with you. “I bet you’ll make me something really beautiful.”

You pulled at his suit a little. “I am working my way up to make you a suit.”

“I’d like that.”

You hummed. “You mean it?”

“I do.”

You grinned. “Great!” You skipped out of the lift and stopped. “Oh! Do I get to meet your friends today?”

Levi groaned a little as he walked with you. “I’d rather not.”

You pouted a little and hurried along with Levi. “Is there something wrong?”

He nodded to Jean before opening his office door. “There’s nothing wrong with you, my darling goddess, it’s just my friends. Erwin, you’ve met, is the only one I know who won’t freak out, but Hange and Mike.” He turned to his desk to see Hange, Mike and Erwin waiting. “Fuck.”

Jean cleared his throat. “I did message you, sir.”

Levi pulled out his work phone. “So you did, thank you, Jean. I’ve been distracted.” He sighed and closed his office door. “Now, you two, please don’t freak out.”

Erwin walked over to you and pulled you to the side as Mike and Hange went at Levi. “Hey, how are things?”

You smiled. “Great. We’re close and doing well as a couple. He keeps me at home to model for him and not here, I think it’s because he’s a little possessive of me and I don’t mind.” You hummed a little in thought before changing your thoughts to why you were there. “Oh, I’m going to design something for Levi as a love-you present.”

“How sweet. I’m guessing he’s going to set you up with a designer, huh?” He frowned a little in thought. “I think I know just the person. They’ll match your needs, your style and Levi’s. I’ll take you to them.”

You gasped. “Thank you!”

Erwin waved to Levi. “I’m taking your Mrs.”

You waved bye to Levi. “I’m off to see the designer!”

Levi grabbed your arm. “Kiss before you go.”

You leaned closer and kissed him. “Love you.”

“Love you always.” He sighed. “That’s Mike he’s head of the advertisement and that’s Hange, head of the fashion shows and testing. Say hi and run.”

You waved to them. “Hi! Lovely to meet you! I’ll see you again soon.”

Erwin chuckled when he saw Levi’s sad look. “That man really loves you.”

You smiled up at Erwin. “Yeah, he’s smitten.”

“You love him?”

You nodded as a blush spread on your cheeks. “More than anything. He’s my whole world, without him I really have nothing.” You thought about your job being gone and how you just packed up and moved to a new city. “I gave up a lot for him.” You nibbled your lip. “Almost crazy.”

Erwin smiled. “You two are crazy in love. I can see you both together for many years.” He stopped by an office and knocked on it. “Keep him in your heart. I know Layla has been moved, but I highly doubt she’ll give up. I’m not trying to scare you, I just want you to be on alert.”

You saluted. “Roger that!”

Erwin chuckled and knocked on the door. He smiled as a man just a little taller than him opened the door. The man has almost fiery orange irises in almond-shaped eyes. His hair was black like Levi’s but with a side parting, the shorted side tucked behind his ear and the rest of his smartly tussled. His jawline was strong and defined like a model. Tattoos covered his neck and arms, but you were sure there would be more under his smart shirt and tight trousers. He was broad with good muscle, not too overbearing with a small waist.

Erwin called your name. “This is Dean.”

Dean locked eyes with you and smiled softly, he was charming and had this cool guy confident aura about him. He offered his large hand to you. “Good to meet you. You are a cute thing, huh? Wonderful figure.”

You blushed. “Oh, why thank you.”

Erwin sighed as he folded his arms. “She’s Levi’s new inspiration, his obsession and girlfriend. She wants to make something for him and I thought you would be perfect for that. She wants a nice outfit thought up by her, but she has no design experience, so I thought I’d leave her to you. You don’t have much on, do you?”

Dean shook his head. “I’m pretty much free. So, this is a nice little project, huh? I’d love to help.”

You shivered at his deep voice, it was almost as sultry and alluring as Levi’s. “Thank you. He makes me so many originals but I wanna repay him.”

“Cute. Well, I’ll help you with that. Come on into my office and we’ll get started.”

You waved to Erwin. “Thank you! See you soon!”

Dean closed the door behind you and blushed. “Sorry, my office is a bit messy. I’ll clean up.” You smiled as he hurried around his room and got rid of the take-out coffee cups. “I’m cleaner, I swear.”

You giggled. “It’s okay. I’m a bit messy sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with it. I get so distracted by ideas and other things that I just leave things around.”

He grinned at you. “You get it. Awesome.”

You walked up to his computer and saw a game paused. “This part of it too?”

He blushed. “Ah! Sorry, it’s new out and I’ve been waiting for it for so long-.”

You sat and gasped. “It’s finally out!? They kept delaying it!”

He smiled softly. “Yeah.”

You stood up. “Sorry! I shouldn’t take over your game.”

He blushed a little. “It’s no problem.”

You took off your long cardigan to show off more of your tattoos. “Shall I make tea or coffee?”

He eyed you and felt his heart skip a beat. “I ah…tea would be good? I’ve had my coffee for the day.”

You nodded. “On it.”

He watched you go to his drinks area. “So, Levi huh?”

You hummed. “Yeah, we got together because I complained.”

Dean laughed at the idea of someone complaining to his boss. “For real?”

You handed him his tea and sat on his spare chair. “Yeah. I said he was either out of touch with women’s bodies or never seen one.”

He roared with laughter with his deep alluring voice. “That’s amazing. He must have been so pissed.”

“I think he was going to be, but when he talked to me, he mellowed out. I guess I have this calming effect on people. I’ve found people tend to chill out around me. Anyway, he came to where I was on holiday, upgraded me to his villa and we talked a lot. In the end, I signed up to work with him because the money was really good. The more we worked, the more we got close.” You played with your cup. “I have my worries still. We started as a couple with me being in my underwear and him dressing me up. I’m trying to fight the bad voice.”

Dean smiled softly. “I can understand. I get people wanting me for my body. They like my tattoos, muscles, money and motorbike, but that’s it. No one wants to get to know me.”

You smiled softly when you saw how sad Dean looked. You rolled your chair closer and held his hand. “There’s someone out there for you who will see beyond all that. They’ll love the you inside and see those things you mentioned as little bonuses.”

He hummed a laugh. “Thanks.”

You sat back. “Though, it must be nice being hot.”

He raised a thick black brow. “You think I’m hot?”

“I am appreciating your beauty, yes.” You frowned. “What’s it like being hot?”

“I dunno.” He sat back. “You tell me.”

You gasped. “Oh! Oh, I see what you did there!” You snorted a laugh. “That’s cute, real cute. Uh, I wouldn’t know. I’m not the stereotypical hot girl. I don’t mind, I’ve come to terms with it.”

“You really don’t know how pretty you are, do you?”

You frowned. “Yeah, right. I’m not pretty.” You pointed at his computer. “Could you show me some of your game?”

He moved to his computer and unpaused it. “Sure.”

You watched intently. “Wow, this looks so good!”

“It’s so smooth, the acting is great, the story perfect. They really stepped up their game with this one.”

You leaned closer making him blush. “I love it. I’ll have to get it.” You smiled at him. “Thanks for showing me.”

“You’re welcome.” He saved his game and sat back. “So, shall we start creating?”

You blushed. “Oh! Yeah, sure.”

He picked up his art tablet, brought up a plain male body, and projected it on his computer. “I have a basic model here.” He edited the blank model and changed it to more Levi’s body type. “Okay, so this is more Levi. Now, what kind of things do you want?”

You hummed. “I want comfort for him. My original idea was like a sloppy cardigan. I call him my bear, so I was wondering if it could have a little bear on the pocket?”

“Sure!” He changed the app on his tablet and handed it over to you. “Why don’t you draw a bear’s face for me?”

You nodded and fiddled with the pen. You sighed and started drawing carefully under Dean’s guidance on how to use the art app. You pulled back after a bit and smiled. “It’s cute!”

He smiled. “It is.” He took everything back. “I will put this little sweet thing on the clothes. So, we want a cardigan, yes?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I want these to be comfy clothes. Oh, you know those shirts that are like causal smart shirts? Lowcut and little baggy?”

“Yeah.”

“That!”

He hummed a laugh. “Got it.” He made notes and sketched a little. “We making shoes of him too?”

You smiled. “If you’re okay with it?”

“I am. Are we going with ankle boots? Like biker?”

You nodded. “Yes and a nice green for the cardigan too.”

Dean smirked. “Got it. I just need you to measure Levi and we’ll get this started.”

“I will!” You gasped and scribbled down your number on his notepad. “My number.”

“Thanks. I think we’ll see a lot of each other.”

You walked into Levi’s home office as he started making an evening dress for you for a fashion show in Italy in a few weeks. You smiled at Levi and snapped a measuring tape in your hands. “Levi.”

He flinched at the noise and looked over at you. “Hello, my angel. What can I do for you?”

You grinned. “I need to measure you.”

“You do?”

You nodded. “I am making you clothes, so I need all your measurements.”

He stood up and took off his jacket. “All right.”

“I also need to know your shoe size.”

Levi’s brow raised. “Oh, I’m getting a full outfit, huh?”

You nodded. “Yes, now I have no idea what I’m doing.” You walked right up to Levi and pulled out your phone. “I have it on my phone, but I’m still confused.”

He smiled softly. “I’ll help, don’t you worry.”

You sighed. “Dean gave my instructions, but I’m pretty useless without him by me.”

Levi felt a twinge of jealousy and possessiveness. “You close to Dean?”

You nodded. “We talk often.” You looked up at Levi and smiled. “He’s lovely and cool. He gave me a code to get a game I want. It was really nice of him.”

Levi leaned closer and kissed you. “You know if you want something, you can just ask me.”

You blushed. “Oh, well I have my own money.”

“But accepted a gift from Dean.”

You smiled. “Well, he had a free code that came with buying the game. He doesn’t know anyone really, so he gave it to me. It’s almost like he gave me his junk.”

“Hm.”

You wrapped the tape around his chest. “Oh wow, big boy.”

“I am.”

You giggled. “More to love.” You tapped his measurement on your phone. “Umm?”

He held your hands. “My waist and then my hips.”

You gasped. “Right.”

He watched you measure and make notes. “Arms.”

You nodded and measured. “Wow. Chunky.”

He smirked a little. “I’m strong.”

You nodded. “You really are.” You knelt making him blush. “I have to check your bubble butt.”

Levi blushed as he watched you shift on your knees before licking your lips. He grunted a little as he felt his sick twitch as thoughts of you filled his mind. “You’re very focused.”

You hummed in thought. “Yes. I want this to be perfect.”

“Thighs next.” He sighed as he began to understand exactly how you felt when he touched you and measured you. He felt guilty for making your skin burn with desire and not doing a thing. “Now you have to measure how long my legs are.”

You huffed. “A lot of work goes into this. Makes me appreciate what you do for me so much more.”

“Bless you.”

You finished off the last measurements before standing up. “Okay, that’s everything.” You texted Dean and smiled. “All sent.” You bounced up and down. “Yay! He said I did well.” You giggled. “He also said you are muscular and have a plump bum.”

Levi took your phone from you. “My love, my darling, my goddess. How about we put our phones away and just be together?”

You stared at your phone. “Oh…” You looked at Levi. “Sure. What do you want to do?”

He put your phone on his desk before putting both of his next to it. “Let’s just connect.”

You frowned. “Connect? This kinky or cute?”

“Cute.”

You smiled. “All right, what do you want to do?”

He felt a little flustered. He had only said this because he got a bit jealous. He frowned a little. “Uh, well…how about a movie and cuddles?”

You stared at Levi and started piecing things together. “You know I love you, right?”

“I know.”

You hugged yourself. “I’m not going to leave you.”

He gulped a little and went white. “I know.”

You sighed. “Just because I have some things in common with a guy, doesn’t mean I’ll want them. I have friends with whom I have things in common, but I’m not dating them. I’m dating you. I love you. I want you.” You walked up to him and held his hands. “No one will ever change that.” You kissed him and smiled. “Just because he has tattoos, a motorbike and is a nerd doesn’t mean I’m gonna go running to him, okay?”

He nodded shyly. “Yeah.” He sighed. “Is…is this how you felt with Layla?”

You shook your head. “No, not at all because I knew how much you loved me.” You saw Levi’s pained and guilty look. “Oh, but I will probably will when we go to your fashion shows. You have so many beautiful women around you.” You smiled a little. “So, I haven’t felt the way you do yet.”

Levi yanked you into his arms and squeezed you. “No one will ever take me away from you. I love you so much. You are my everything.”

You clung to Levi. “You’re the only man that’s ever loved me for everything I am. You treat me right, care for me, encourage me and love me. I’d never leave you.”

Levi felt himself welling up. He closed his eyes to stop his tears from falling. He didn’t wanna lose you and he knew you loved him, but there was this fear inside him that Dean could be better for you and take you. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

“I can’t live without you.”

You rubbed Levi’s back. “I’m not leaving you. I’ll never leave you. I promise.” You pulled back a bit and cupped his face. “I’m all yours, okay? I’m yours.”

Levi kissed you and moaned into the kiss. “Mine.”

You smiled. “That’s right.” You let him go and walked to the bedroom. “Now, let’s wear nice comfy clothes and snuggle.”

Levi watched you take your shirt and trousers off. Levi’s fist clenched as his jealousy bubbled up again. “Do you like his tattoos?”

You looked back at Levi as you stood in your underwear. “Yeah, I guess so. Tattoos are nice, but I’m biased because I have them.”

Levi clenched his jaw. He grabbed you and yanked you against his chest. He crashed his lips roughly against yours and took your breath away. He lifted you and slammed you down onto the bed. He grinded against you and bit your lip a little hard. He growled and kissed you again. He pushed your arms up and pinned them above your head with one hand. He released your lips and kissed along your jawline to your neck. He bit harder than normal and sucked a mark on your delicate skin.

You gasped and wiggled under him. “Le-Levi.”

He pulled back and panted as he looked down at you, his pupils consuming his eyes. “I want to make love to you.” He ran his hand down your body. “I want to devour you. I want to fill you. I want to make you cum hard over and over.” He locked eyes with you. “Can I cum inside you?”

You blushed hard and nodded. “Y-Yes, I have the implant. It’s safe.”

He stood up and yanked your hips off the edge of the bed. He tore his clothes from his body and threw them across the room. He tugged your panties off and dropped them on the floor. He yanked your legs and put them over his shoulders. He dove for you before you could say anything. He took your clit into his mouth and sucked hard as his tongue moved fast on you. He gripped your thighs hard and kept you in place.

You screamed at the intense pleasure burning through your veins. You shoved your fingers into Levi’s hair and yanked making him growl. You bucked yourself into him and wiggled under him. You pulled your legs and twisted your body as pleasure consumed you. You squeezed your toes tightly as your eyes rolled back. You arched your back from the bed and moaned loudly.

You welled up a little as drool dribbled from your mouth. “Le-Levi.”

He pulled from you and panted. “That’s it, scream my name.”

You threw your head back as Levi dove right back for your clit. “Levi!” You felt him smile against you.” You held his hair in one hand and reached behind you and gripped the bedsheets. “Levi!” You panted and shivered. “Ah!” Your eyes widened. “Levi!” You felt the snap and your orgasm rush through you. Your legs shook around Levi as your body shivered. “Levi.”

He released you and stood up. “Good girl. My name sounds so good on your lips.”

You shivered on the bed. “Levi.” You moved your hand down your body. You opened your legs and parted your pussy lips for Levi. “I need you.”

Levi panted. “I’m going to be a little bit rough. Are you okay with that?”

You nodded. “You have my consent. Can we agree on a safe word?”

He pumped his hand on his rock-hard cock. “Tea?”

“Yes, tea.”

He grabbed your hip and lifted you a little. He ran himself up and down you and began tapping his tip against your clit. “You want me?”

You gripped the bedsheet with both fists. “Yes.”

“Do you need me?”

You felt like you were going crazy for his cock. “Yes.”

He pressed his tip into you. “Are you mine and only mine?”

You nodded. “Yes. Please, Levi. I need you. Please.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you beg anymore.” He slammed himself deep into you making you scream in pleasure. He held your waist tightly and leaned over you and grabbed your neck. “You going to take my big thick cock like a good girl?”

You drooled a little as Levi’s dick pounded in and out of you. “Y-Yes!”

Levi panted as his hips slapped against yours. “Are you going to take my cum?”

You held Levi’s wrist as your eyes rolled back. “Yes.”

Levi locked his eyes on your bouncing chest as he pounded you into a pleasure trance. He lightly squeezed your neck and just watched you as he ravaged your pussy. He shivered and moaned your name. He tuned in to the sound of his cock plunging in and out of your wet pussy. He smiled knowing that he was making you this way and Dean was never going to have you this way. You were all of his and no one else’s. He wanted to keep you as his and only his. He knew he was being a little rough with you, but you would alert him when you couldn’t take much more.

He looked down at his cock to see you were coating him in a delicious shine. He saw how pink your pussy was, how your clit was plump with arousal. He flicked his gaze to your face to see you were lost in the moment. He lowered your hips to the bed and leaned over you to get his cock as deep as possible into you. He whimpered when he felt his tip tapping against your cervix. He growled a little as he felt like he was being closed out.

He leaned over you and moaned your name. “Let me in. Let me fill you. Let me in deep.”

You whimpered at him. “N-Not yet.” You shivered. “I n-need more of you.”

He kissed you roughly, his tongue moving and massaging your tongue. “I’ll make you cum until you can’t cum anymore.”

“Levi.” You gasped and leaned your head back. “Oh fuck.”

He bucked into you as hard and as fast as his hips could go. “You gonna cum from my cock?”

You nodded as tears leaked from your eyes at the intense perfect pleasure. “Yes.”

He smiled at you. “You addicted to my cock?”

“Y-Yes.”

He turned your head to the side and dragged his tongue up to your ear. He moaned your name against your ear. “Be a good little bunny and cum for me.”

You gripped Levi’s back and dragged your nails across it. “Levi!” You bucked up against Levi as you felt the snap of pleasure. Your walls massaged Levi’s dick as you felt a tingle rush through you. “AH!” You shook under Levi as your vision went spotty. “Levi.”

Levi stopped his hips and cupped your face. “Breathe slowly, my love. Breathe. Copy me.”

You flinched and twitched with the pleasure popping inside you still. “Y-Yes.”

He smiled when you relaxed. “Good girl. You’re okay.”

You opened your eyes and smiled at Levi. “I’m okay. That was intense.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He pulled himself out of you. “Okay.” He moved you up the bed. “Roll over for me.”

You flopped onto your stomach and hugged the pillow. “Yes.”

Levi climbed up the bed and pressed his hand on your shoulder and a bit on the back of your neck. He slammed his hand against the bed next to your head. He panted and pressed himself back into you. “Hips up a little.”

You whimpered and lifted them as you pressed your face against the pillow. “Mm.” You parted your legs a little to ground yourself and support your body. You cried into the pillow as Levi rutted into you. “Mm!”

He panted and smacked his hips roughly against your bum. He smiled knowing he was making you melt and your bum was going to be pink from his actions. He marvelled at the arch of your back, you were just so beautiful to him. He gripped your shoulder tightly and moved hard and fast against you. He pressed his cock down into your dripping wet opening and felt your pussy drag him back inside you.

You gripped the pillows tightly and pulled making the fabric strain and threaten to rip under your touch. You lifted your head a little from the pillow a little. Your muffled moans were now loud for Levi to hear. You felt like this man was ravaging you within an inch of your life. He was showing you possessive love and you were loving it. You wanted him to lay claim to you and make love to you like some sort of animal.

You hugged a pillow against your face as Levi squeezed your shoulder. You squeezed your toes tightly as pleasure burned through your veins. You bit the pillow as you fought the bubbling pleasure inside you. You were going to snap any second, but you wanted to hold on for as long as possible. You wanted Levi to ravage you and to keep it up. You whined into the pillow as you closed your eyes and tuned into your body. You drooled as you felt Levi’s thick cock plunging deep into your pussy and dragging back out at an impressive speed.

Levi leaned down and kissed the back of your neck. “I know you want to cum. Don’t hold back. Cum for me.”

You buried your face more into the pillow and slipped on the bed as your legs gave up. You slammed against the bed causing Levi’s cock to leave you. You rutted against the bed as your body popped and tingled in pleasure as hot water surged through you. “Levi.”

Levi moved his hand from your shoulder and up your neck. He lifted your head and curled two fingers into your mouth. He gripped the bed and pounded himself down into you. He grunted and mewled at you when you moved your tongue over his fingers. He closed his eyes tightly and shivered at your tongue rolling around on his fingers. He gasped when your walls clenched his cock tightly. He cried out as he fought all the urges inside him to cum inside you. He wasn’t ready yet. He wanted your body to remember how you were his.

He clenched the bed tighter. “F-Fuck. Darling.” He panted. “Your body is divine, a temple, a heaven.” He whimpered as you bit down on his fingers a little in response. “You are mine, all mine.”

You opened your mouth with your eyes slightly closed. “Ah!”

Levi panted as he kept bucking himself into you. “Good girl. My good girl. I love you.”

You hummed in agreement. You lifted your lower legs up a little and curled your toes in ecstasy. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” You drooled all over Levi’s fingers in your pleasure. You moved your tongue against him and teased him. “Ha!”

Levi turned his head and pressed his lips against your ear. “You’re all mine. Only I can touch you like this. Only I can fuck you like this. Only I can make you feel like this. Only I can love you like this.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head. “Ah!”

“I’ll give you everything you could ever want or need.” He panted and pushed your tongue down with his fingers so you’d stop teasing him. “My dick makes you feel good, makes you feel crazy, makes you cum hard. Me.”

You shook under him and felt like you were falling apart in pleasure. “Mm.”

“I love you.” He moaned your name. “I love you so much.” He shivered. “My love, my darling, my goddess.”

Your eyes widened when you felt your coil snap. You shook under Levi. You flopped against the bed causing Levi to pull his fingers from your mouth. You panted and drooled on your pillow. “Levi.”

Levi wrapped one arm under your armpit and grabbed your shoulder and gripped tightly. He moved his hand that once had fingers in your mouth and pushed it under your body. He moved it down to your clit and moved his fingers against you. He pressed his cock in as far as he could get inside you. He turned his head and kissed your temple as he pressed down into you over and over. He panted against your skin and heated you up.

He hummed a little. He smiled against your temple as his fingers moved against you. “Such a delicious pussy, so hot, so wet, so breedable. Who’s pussy is this?”

You whimpered against your pillow. “Yours.”

He kissed the back of your neck and bit hard. He licked his bite. “Who eats this pussy?”

“You.”

He smiled against your skin. “Who makes love to this pussy?”

“You.”

He moaned. “Who breeds this pussy?”

You shivered. “You, Levi.”

He pumped himself down into you as his fingers moved faster. “Who can cum inside this pussy?”

“You.” You turned your head to the side as Levi bit your back and shoulder all over. “It’s all yours.”

He panted and kissed you. “Open yourself up to me. Let my cock in deep.”

You nodded weakly. “Yes.”

Levi grunted as he pressed against your cervix. He smiled as his tip was kissed. “Good girl. You want me to fill me?”

“Please.”

He kissed you and panted against your lips. “You feel so good. You’re so hot and wet for me.”

You mewled and locked eyes with him. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” He kissed you and grunted into the kiss. “My wonderful goddess. My lover, my everything. I love you. I love you.”

You shivered and whimpered. “Levi.”

He lifted your hips and moved his fingers faster. “Cum with me.”

You nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“Ha, nngh. Fuck, my darling.”

You closed your eyes and squeezed your toes as you felt yourself slipping into pleasure. “Ah, mm.” You shivered and felt a rush of ecstasy go through every inch of you. “Levi!”

Levi gritted his teeth as you clenched his cock hard. He pressed in deep. “Ah! Ha! Nngh.” He moaned your name as he poured his cum deep into you. He shivered and panted as streams of cum entered deep into you. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled the crook of your neck. “Mine.”

You lay against the bed and just panted. You kept your eyes closed for a while as your body slowly calmed down. You smiled at Levi’s soft and loving kisses on your shoulder. You reached up and placed your hand on Levi’s that was gripping your shoulder. You squeezed his hand tightly.

You opened your eyes as your senses came back to you. “Levi.”

He lifted his head from your neck and kissed you. “I’m here.”

You smiled at him. “That was intense.”

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No, it was perfect. It was a good intense.”

Levi pulled himself out of you and shifted onto his side next to you. He rubbed your back and kissed your shoulder. He dragged you into his arms and held you tightly. “Sorry I got rough.”

You rubbed his pecs. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it.”

He sighed. “God, the things I said.” He groaned and put an arm over his face. “I lost control and just said so many perverted things.”

You leaned up and looked down at your lover. You giggled at how cute he was. “I loved what you said. You were incredible.”

He moved his arm. “Really?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled up at you. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You leaned down and kissed him. “You wonderful man.”

Levi hummed a laugh and pulled you down onto him. “My cute bunny.”

“My hungry bear.” You lay on your side and gazed at Levi. “I know this was brought on because you got jealous.”

Levi looked away as he blushed. “I uh…I…”

You smiled. “It’s okay.”

He sighed and rolled onto his side to face you. He reached over and held your hands. “I didn’t mean to let it consume me. I believe in what you say that I have nothing to worry about, but he’s a good-looking guy and I think he’s better than me.”

You shuffled closer. “I know how you feel.” You kissed him and smiled. “I know you love me and you’d never hurt me. So, it’s all okay.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

You giggled. “You’re so cute.”

He pulled you close and hugged you. “Says my adorable girlfriend.”

You covered his neck and jawline in kisses. “You sweet and wonderful man.”

He smiled and closed his eyes. “We’ll snuggle for a bit and then have a bath together.”

“Sounds perfect.”

He hummed and gave you a squeeze. “Lots of food and junk food.”

You closed your eyes. “Yeah.”

Levi pressed his lips against your forehead. “Mine.”

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